on Baller' get your ball on It's all on now fall on to a new groove Really ain't nothing to prove We, set the mood Or shoot some pool Or blaze a Cool
't nothin to spit, sparkin up in the whip Stayin stuck up on my dreams like they rubber cement No one ever sees a legend when he stuck on the bench And
on a sentence Cuz the song goes on, here a dope song If they say i wasnt for real, then you was told wrong See you aint on, what we on You bright, Im
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious And the boy stay, kickin' incredibly dope shit Make my momma proud cuz my clothes fit Travel round the globe bitch on my Lewis Clark shit
world brings to me I'm ready for the night, I'm ready for tomorrow Whatever's after that you feel me?, lets get it We stay fly new clothes on smoking on
then park it in the car keys Young and I'm wreckless with buds in my breakfast And I'm rockin more dunks then garrnett gets Yes it's mac mac mac mac mac mac mac mac
king every thing better if you relax and chill so my seat back for weed naps we need that for real i took my heart put it all out on a cd you now rocking
and watching the still Earth! Put you back she push you away We got some real real herb I don't feel hurt, cause I'm just on to the next, Don't get
's out in PA HAHA okay my flow is on that freebase Louboutin sneakers I suppose I can relay Mac Miller my little nigga, real nigga PA skillin we on a
I?m about Thanks for comin? out It?s been good, it?s been great, see you later Outro: Yo Thank y?all I appreciate your support For real Mac Miller This
about death. Living care free or I can talk about stress What kind of picture should I paint? What kind of music should I make? [Verse 1: Mac Miller
hall... water from a cactus Sniff that on and on from my head... shit Got the Earth spinning off it's axes Feeling like a shit old dipper Zipin' out
, but now i got a couple things that i gota deal with, soo what up cousin... shits real out there, aint nobody playin' round I got some bangers an some
gonna feel real good, alright? Most Dope Everybody please put your thumb in the air (chorus x2) 1,2,3,4 some crazy-ass kids come and knocked up on your
's all on you. Bullet Proof: 16 worth a mill my whole clique push dope Transportin' ki's in the all black Camero 50 G's on the seat, layin' next to my
Verse 1 (mac) : Girl look, Fuck your man and them niggas he be hanging with Niggas he be slangin with, me I'm on some banging shit Strictly, now you
quarter key Take hits on buster niggas..... startin' at five G's Oh, I'm the young nigga dressed in black on black With glocks to mack in the hoop in 'dis black on