Mac Miller

[fox69]

"Melvin"

"Melvin"


[Verse:]
I cordially invite you to performances in Normandy
I formally was more of a morally well-rounded human
Zooming through this industry, booming with opportune movements
I moved units, we, the new Christ and new Judas
Priest when I feast on these beats I'm producin'
This mind that I'm losing, got time that I'm watching passing
Think you had it bout up to here with my obnoxious ass
Bought an apple out the rotten batch
Your little sister probably kill you for my autograph (pow)
I tell a bitch sample the misogyny
All black Benz but the inside mahogany
Comedy, drop bombs, and humbly kill shit
You got that one homie, you be fucking with pills with
The illness, medicated natural phosphor
Sip a cold lager just to turn to Kevin Cosner
Dip out in a tripped out flying saucer
Head out to the jungle sippin' ayahuasca
Say it's bad luck to go and sit in a casket
So me and my homies we be spitting that whack shit, only

[Outro:]
Am I rolling
Would you wash the feet of ugly Jesus
When he's coming for your pontoon boat
Everybody's going to jail this time

 

[fox69]

"Missed Calls"

"Missed Calls"


[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Long days, longer nights
You keep startin' fights think you always right
Call you up to tell you I ain't comin' home tonight
Say you wanna leave me, it's just talkin' but I know you might
Now get along, now get along, now go
You sing along, now every song you know
You play your part, I'm playin' mine
You breakin hearts, ain't breakin' mine
Since growing old is takin' time, I'm actin' like I'm 8 or 9
Trying to move on, talkin' to my old friends
See me, say what up and I'm actin' like I don't know them
Causing so much problems, why you doin' that, doin' that
Ripping people's hearts out, you to cute for that, cute for that
I been on the same shit
We run into each other and it's like we don't even speak the same language
I guess people always going through changes
Didn't think I would lose you once I got famous

[Hook:]
Said baby I got missed calls and e-mails
All going into details
About how you just not happy
And you think you gotta leave so
Go, go
I'll be fine on my own, own
Said baby I got missed calls and e-mails
All going into details
'Bout how you used to love me
I keep changing like the leaves, hell
Go, go
You'll be fine on your own, own

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
She tell me, "You an asshole, superficial douche bag
Wishing that you knew that, you could have these shoes back
Of all of this perfume back, necklaces and jewels back
All the shit you buy me"
She said, "I want you back
I can't be seen again with you and all of your friends
It's so hard to pretend that it's like it was way back when
I thought you used to be the one
I guess you don't have time
Cause all you do is grind and it's got me losin' my mind
You just don't, don't, don't love me like you used to
Think I'm bout to lose you"
I'm a end this now before things just confuse you
Kept breakin' promises you said you keep
So you can leave a message at the beep

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Musical Chairs"

"Musical Chairs"


Ayo.. Yo what up Jerm
Beats crazy Bout to get my drink on
Go to one of them high school parties you know what I'm sayin? Chyeah

[Verse 1:]
Ayo if you got a cup put it up in the air
And if you smokin' on a blunt better puff it and share
You don't know you wake up not rememberin' last night
That shorty with the ass like the bottom of a bagpipe
Girl sucked my dick like she was swallowin' a mag light
Gotta get my cash right livin' in this fast life
I'm fucked up the room is spinnin' the ceiling is gone
I'm spittin' game on a girl but I'm feelin' her mom
I'm sippin' Crysie gettin' pissy while killin' in pong
I'm runnin' tables while my peoples are twistin' some bomb
Listen it's on I'm the man of the night
I shine bright can you handle the light?
They can't stand that I'm white
With a ego find me like Nemo
Chillin' with the homies and you know we let the trees blow
Y'all ain't makin' one point like a free throw
Haha yeah.. and the beat go

[Hook:]
Get down get up
Get down get up
Get down get up
Get down get up
And move around like it was musical chairs
Get ya ass off your seat find yourself a new chair

Get down get up
Get down get up
Get down get up
Get down get up
And move around like it was musical chairs
Get ya ass off your seat find yourself a new chair

[Verse 2:]
Party hard mu'fucker party hard
Have a ball laugh a little harty har
You hardly saw shit but now I'm all up in your face
With mixtape money boy no wallet is a waste
With a rubberband dutch with a dozen grams
Smokin' til I'm off my head
Now everybody do the runnin' man
We takin' it back it's easy boy
I'm all three members of the Beastie Boys
So fight for the right to party
Everybody stand up like Steve Harvey
I got surfers like "Damn he's gnarly"
And mother's givin' me a free bowl of beef barley
Ridin' in the back back
Back on the carseat
Gettin' out then park it in the car keys
Youngin' I'm reckless with blunts with my breakfast
And I'm rockin' more dunts and goin' at kids
Yes it's Mac.. Mac.. Mac.. Mac..

[Hook:]
Get down get up
Get down get up
Get down get up
Get down get up
And move around like it was musical chairs
Get ya ass off your seat find yourself a new chair

Get down get up
Get down get up
Get down get up
Get down get up
And move around like it was musical chairs
Get ya ass off your seat find yourself a new chair

[Verse 3:]
And I'ma get my diploma
You need to notice I'm a scholar
Runnin' through the streets ever since I was a toddler
Playin' cops and robbers
Always was a robber
In my neighborhood all day like Mr. Rogers
Now a little taller, hip hop monster
Eight-legged flow you can call me Peter Parker
I know you see it boy I'm weeded and spittin' it real
To match my style kid you best be equipped with some steel
My swagger mean dress fresh and so clean
In a flash getting change like a vending machine
Then I'm out pocket of piff hop in the whip
Head to the first dip at the top of the list
Roll in easy got you drinks for the free
On lean and my eyes still chink from the tree
Hoes out the playpen
Eyes behind some Rayban's
It's mayhem livin' in this teenage wasteland

[Hook:]
Get down get up
Get down get up
Get down get up
Get down get up
And move around like it was musical chairs
Get ya ass off your seat find yourself a new chair

Get down get up
Get down get up
Get down get up
Get down get up
And move around like it was musical chairs
Get ya ass off your seat find yourself a new chair

Get down get up
Get down get up
Get down get up
Get down get up
And move around
And move around

Get get get get

Get down get up
Get down get up
Get down get up
Get down get up
And move around like it was musical chairs
Get ya ass off your seat find yourself a new chair

 

[fox69]

"My Lady"

"My Lady"


2 records hard to find, so I thought I'd start this rhyme witha couple bars and lines of leavin' it all behind.
I've had all the dimes and all are fine but now I need the one to call her mine.
Ya know that girl that everybody wants but can't have fat ass, nice ass, high class.
I get the last laugh now cause she under my arm, Lay down hittin' L lookin' up at the stars.

I tell her listen I ain't gonna do you wrong, forget what you hearin' on my songs.
My always is gone I'm a be real with ya.
Recently I've been lookin' at the big picture.
Perfectly framed see the way I'm workin' the game,
Take my name I'm a share all my fortune and fame.
Beauty or brains, girl you all the above.
True player for real, But now I'm fallin' in love.

[Chorus:]
I'm bout to get high with my lady [x6]

You used to the bullshit the dudes put you through it,
Cupid never shot up such a nuisence see with me my love is with the music,
But baby you can be the next to it, my boys say I'm stupid I need to move along.
And when we fight I hope you use this song to get it right.
My moms is gettin' jealous how I feel about her, and the fellas say I could deal without her.
See baby I ain't playin' around I don't need cupid dude could have aimed at the ground cause that's real, real.
Just had to tell you how I feel, and the party tonights goin' crazy, but I'm just here with my baby.
I love the way that she makes me, I'm a just gonna kick it with her and break tree's.

[Chorus:]
I'm bout to get high with my lady [x6]

 

[fox69]

"My Team"

"My Team"


[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Come and talk shit, who the boss bitch?
Moon the crowd now, Randy Moss shit
Sharks swimmin' in the water you'll get tossed in
And fuck a first class, I'm in the cockpit
It's obnoxious, it's bumpin' out my car
Bass'll shake your dinin' room table from afar
Down the street they can hear me pretty clearly,
Makin' in a night what your daddy pull in yearly
See a little style, I got mine's patent
Always rock smile, never a distraction
Brand new Mercedes, cameras when I back in
Fuck with single ladies, yea I did a little actin'
Love me on the weekend but hate me when I'm workin'
Overly dedicated and overly medicated, for certain
By her a brand new purse and it's gravy
I ain't talkin' Slim when I say these bitches Shady

[Hook:]
Chicken sandwiches and turquoise beads
Tattoo sleeve, pair of Levi's jeans
Never get no sleep, you know all about me
Come and meet my team, bitch meet my team, meet my team
You know all about me, come and meet my team
Bitch, meet my team, you know all about me
Come and meet my team

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
And if you see me, I'll be with my team
Got my homie Billy probably in Supreme
Jimmy or Will be selling shirts to the fans
While TreeJay, Clock, got you raisin' your hands
Then you got Q that's my right-hand man
Shout out Little Dave sittin' shotty in the van
Everyone I came with travel like a gang bitch
City after city, everybody speak our language
We just flex, get bootleg checks
Got all these people askin' what's next
Success and a dumb fresh life
Taking bets, you trying to lose a little money tonight
I'm on top of the stage but under the lights
We, invadin' your crib and fuckin' your wife
So have a ball, no sports, no Spalding
Poppin' champagne, gon' spray it on her awnin'

[Hook]

[Outro:]
Meet my team, I ain't tryna meet yours
What happened to that shit you was talkin before?
Meet my team, I ain't tryna meet yours
What happened to that shit you was talkin before?
Meet my team, I ain't tryna meet yours
Girls: 1, 2, 3, 4

 

[fox69]

"New Faces"
(feat. Earl Sweatshirt, Da$h)

"New Faces"
(feat. Earl Sweatshirt, Da$h)



[Intro: Earl Sweatshirt]
Yeah you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song like a damn rapper. Aww man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, damn

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
In '09, we were still on the bus, nigga
Before Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brush
When it still wasn't hoes tryna fuck with me
Fore I cleaned up a bit like it's company comin'
I ain't know we were on the cusp of the money
Tryna get a few bucks under custody
And my twin brothers was all Syd's brothers
So my kin gully and my skin toughened
And thick lens coverin' my eyes now
They bright, nigga, I'm just high now
And if this a different way to clear my mind out
I need to find out, I'm doing fine now
And I don't look as stupid when I talk now
And everybody at the show look astounded
And posted up drowsy
In the cut so much that it's pus 'round me
Catch him in the daytime or dusk hours
Smokin' out the pound, [?]
If your tux lousy then you can't sit with us, nah
Can't call it harsh livin' when the margin
Between you and all these fuck niggas
Is about as large as it gets
And you workin', givin' arm and a leg
Say he workin' but he just talkin' cause he ain't workin'
Like a long distance, bitch
Who you know that's out that's harder than this?
Chargin' niggas like a Tomlison win, nigga
Slight frown on the brow on the brim, color brown
Runnin' wild on the route that was picked
When the clouds branch out
I'm out with my face in the shallow, drownin' again

[Hook: Mac Miller]
I've been drownin' with this shallow soul
Shallow soul, shallow soul
You are drinkin' from a shallow soul
Shallow soul, shallow soul

[Verse 2: Da$h]
Drugs got me feelin' like Vigo Carpathian
Just look at the state he's in
The most critically acclaimed, slang contortionist
That ain't suckin' corporate dick
Said it with my balls in grip
Other hand got a cork to hit
All this Ralph be the sportsmanship
Walked in and said I needed all the chips
As well as the one on my shoulder
Feel like my heart got pneumonia, blunt laced, covered in odor
Cops still lockin' niggas up for quotas
Brain still numb from the shit in the soda, soft
A generation lost
Facin' a [?], fakin' off
Warrants bein' filed for the cases fought
And them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost
You ain't Superman while that cape was off
Just Clark, nigga, spittin' in his high rise
Tryna see the bright side of life
And a nigga just keep comin' back with a dark picture
It's like hard liquor, and see people are books
So you judge a mothafucka by the first page
And a bitch by the back cover
The [?] long-sleeved, so the tats covered
Real ones, I'm the last brother, when they see me on stage
They said my shit was so insane
It was like Cobain hit his last number

[Hook: Mac Miller]

[Verse 3: Mac Miller]
Isn't he dizzy off the up's and down's
Got a little Whitney, put it in a blunt for now
She was supposed to get me high, why the fuck I wanna die now?
And I'm strung out on this dusty couch
In a big white ugly house, I told the bitch slow down
Stop runnin' your mouth
You holdin' my money, just shut up and count
My right nostril hasn't worked in a week
Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a sheep
Me, I'm swervin' in the Jeep
Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street
How I'm playin' my shit'll wake a baby up
I get her faded, but her back in the labia
All my life I've been afraid of powder
All my life I've been afraid of power
Where did all that go?
The long decision always called my phone
Last supper I was fuckin' with the Corleones
I need somethin' stronger than a quarter zone
That can save me from the war unknown
Shoutout to Soulo (SOUL!) and rest in peace Alori Joh
The devil on the other side of the glory hole
Any time, any place, you could bet I'ma eat
Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road
Look at all these new faces
I see, I see, I see
They're comin' on the plane but they're leavin' in suitcases
Been a criminal before schedule digital
Used the put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics
Hate myself up to strangers
But the raps are just way too flagrant, so
Here I go
Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary
I've never been religious but I feel like the scripture's got it all there
It's not just gypsies and fairies, this could be my last breath
I'ma take my time, cause I'ma go out the same way I came in
Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind

[Outro: Mac Miller]
You are standing in the shallow soul
You are speaking with the shallow soul
Shallow soul
I've been drowning with this shallow soul
Shallow soul, shallow soul
You are drinking from a shallow soul
Shallow soul, shallow soul
[fades]

 

[fox69]

"Nikes On My Feet"

"Nikes On My Feet"




[Chorus:]
And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete
Nike nike nike nike nike nike nike nike nikes
And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete
Nike nike nike nike nike nike nike nike nikes
Nike nike nikes
Nike nike nikes
Nike nike nike nike nike nike nike nike nikes
Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete
Nike nike nike nike nike nike nike nike nikes

[Verse 1:]
Aye lace em up, Lace em up, Lace em up, & Lace em
Blue suede shoes stay crispy like bacon.
Nikes on my feet make my cypher complete,
Uh I stay shining like the lights on the street in the night.
Revis take me shoppin when I'm up in New York
Hit the shoe store go & cop a few more
You at the mall getting dinner at the food court
I'm at LA eatin 22 course
Young boss bitch paper in my pockets
I got a closet filled with shoe boxes
Mom says my spending habit a little bit obnoxious
But a pilot stay fresh up in his cockpit
Used to rock hand me downs
Now I buy some clothes wear em out, hit the club bitches pull they cameras out.
Livin in a dream they beginning to believe
My hotel smell like cigarettes and weed.
Shit, with what I'm spitting they should give me a degree
Good liqour what I'm sipping isn't cheap uh
Feeling a blow don't snooze don't sleep
All I really need is some shoes on my feet

[Chorus:]
And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete
Nike nike nike nike nike nike nike nike nikes
And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete
Nike nike nike nike nike nike nike nike nikes
Nike nike nikes
Nike nike nikes
Nike nike nike nike nike nike nike nike nikes
Nike nike nike nike nike nike nike nike nikes

[Verse 2:]
I make em so mad, they got no swag
Pimpins on my feet they the throw backs
Look, my moneys good but these hoes bad
So they stay attached to my gonads uh
Wakin up to a few L's
Open up my closet to that new shoe smell
I guess I'm going well
Smoking all the weed that I used to sell
But once my album goes in the shelves
It's goin Nextel how it's feelin sell
For now we sellin tapes out my shoe box
Any spot just set up my shop
Ya mad that ya girl always says that I'm hot
Shes buyin my t-shirt but shes spending your guap
Say whud up if you see me around
Nike airs separate my feet from the ground it's just

[Chorus:]
And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete
Nike nike nike nike nike nike nike nike nikes
And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete
Nike nike nike nike nike nike nike nike nikes
Nike nike nikes
Nike nike nikes
Nike nike nike nike nike nike nike nike nikes
Nike nike nike nike nike nike nike nike nikes

 

[fox69]

"Nothing On Me"

"Nothing On Me"


[Chorus]
I hear these kids and they trying to spit
But they sound so ass and I am the shit
No you got nothing on me boy (not not not nothing on me boy.not nothing on me)
You got nothing on me boy (not not not nothing on me boy..not nothing on me)
They tell their friends that they're gonna blow
Once they on the stage everybody go home
no you got nothing on me boy
You got nothing on me boy

The youngin spitting like tobacco sharper than a jacto
Now flow tighter than a lasso
Louis shade on my movie star shit
looking like I'm dressed for the fucking red carpet
you look like your outfit from target
what a bitch that smells like an armpit
Damn that pussy stink, need to keep it clean
Do it like a kids movie
Homie keep it G PG-13, TV big screen
been getting money since the boy was 15
But I spend it when I get it (q) wanted me to save it
But I tell you wanna blow up when I make it
Used to drop verses in the dirty ass basement
Now I'm recording at places that Lil Wayne spit
Shit the future seem brighter than some neon
Bitch I'm just a dog tryna find a tree to pee on
Infinity and beyond beyond
thinking you can beat me? Dream on(dream on)
I'm so hard got more bars than a damn jail yard
you slow like them damn little snails are
Now you in space with the star
So just chill for a second play the background
Ha Ha
its time to make fool for the class clown...

[Chorus]
I hear these kids and they trying to spit
But they sound so ass and I am the shit
No you got nothing on me boy (not not not nothing on me boy.not nothing on me)
You got nothing on me boy (not not not nothing on me boy..not nothing on me)
They tell their friends that they're gonna blow
Once they on the stage everybody go home
no you got nothing on me boy
You got nothing on me boy

Hey.. look.. ah
Labelled as a young man don't wanna get old
Little thing called hip hop stuck on my soul
Loving my shit coming up to a show
Well it seems this youngin here looking like a pro
Now I look fresh but I always had hoes
we just tell yea always had those
Gone so long now I'm coming back home
So many calls, gotta get another phone
Just to deal with the day-to-day routine
But I'll always make a little time to dream
Come with me you could learn a few things
No I'm good don't need a new ring
Hey! Hip hop's little brother like fonte
Little league no Danny Almonte
Bomb haze got me rising like Andre
Chilling, counting money with a couple of my hombres

[Chorus]
I hear these kids and they trying to spit
But they sound so ass and I am the shit
No you got nothing on me boy (not not not nothing on me boy.not nothing on me)
You got nothing on me boy (not not not nothing on me boy..not nothing on me)
They tell their friends that they're gonna blow
Once they on the stage everybody go home
no you got nothing on me boy
You got nothing on me boy

 

[fox69]

"O.K."
(feat. Tyler, The Creator)

"O.K."
(feat. Tyler, The Creator)



[Hook: Tyler, the Creator (x2)]
Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac
Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, get 'em
Girl, shake that body

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Whoa, what do we have here?
People wanna know how we could be that weird
How many hoes wanna clean Mac's beard?
I kill flows, think I need that tear on a tattoo
My bitch suck, she a vacuum
Fuck her in the ass every time I'm in a bad mood
Ain't got a choice, know she do it cause she have to
I hit it raw while I'm listening to Papoose
No respect cause you wear a V-neck
I mean stress, pressure that could even make Keith sweat
I wish Narnia was on a GPS
I wish Rihanna was DTF
I got rich with these rap songs
Bought a drug problem, now the cash gone
Album filled with all sad songs
But this the one that I can laugh on

[Hook: Tyler, the Creator (x2)]
Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac
Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, get 'em
Girl, shake that body

[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
Girl, shake that body, them ass and totties
I want to see them cankles at my hotel lobby
Bitch, why you so damn snobby?
Your ass flatter than the back of my head
I bought you dinner now it's time to pay me back in some head
Or I'ma have my little sister beat the back of your head
I'm a grade-A douchebag, I'm a dickhead
Asshole area where my gooch sag
Little momma got salty at me, she started talking tough
So I called the Wolf Gang up, they start to bark it up
Popped a hundred mollies, fixed sherm, think I was sparking up
A bottle of Zima, the beamer, I started parking up
Seen my nigga, Mac, and he hopped in the back
And then we jet to Fatburger, ordered some Big Macs
And bitch came with a gauge, and she wanted my fade
But I'm a bitch-ass nigga so I say

[Hook: Tyler, the Creator (x2)]
Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac
Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, get 'em
Girl, shake that body

[Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator]
T-Dollaz and Mac Meezy, making sure you niggas don't win like referees
Looking for the bitches that love to suck peewee
Herman, I'm a vermin
And you could tell I golf with my hat, man, fuck Thurnis

[Verse 4: Mac Miller]
I'm at IHOP's and eating with Tyler
Drink cocoa then double-team Mariah
But please, don't tell Nick
We were all watching movies at a Motel 6
Like ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I hope Kendrick fuck Gaga
If Madonna on the Kabbalah
Then me and Snoop could chill and be Rastas
I don't need Prada to show you I'm rich
Pulling out the llama like "Show me your tits"
Keep crying cause I still ain't over my bitch

[Outro: Mac Miller]
Oh well...
It'll be OK...

 

[fox69]

"Objects In The Mirror"

"Objects In The Mirror"




Can you turn the beat up? A little louder... There ya go.

[Intro]
Some people (oh whoa-oh-oh)
Whoa-oh-oh (uhn-nuh-unh-nuh)
Yea, people say, people-oh-oh (people-oh-oh)
Say...

[Verse 1]
People love you when they on your mind
A thought is love's currency
And I been thinking about her all the time
I never seen somebody put together perfectly
What would I have to do to call you mine?
Someone like you is so hard to find
You can open up your eyes or you can walk in blind
All I ask is that you hurry, I won't hurt you don't you worry
Listen to me, I'ma set you free
He ain't gonna break your heart again
Go through the worst to reach the ecstasy
When your imagination's on pretend
I never thought that it would feel this way
You never taught me how to heal the pain
I wish you caught me on a different day
When it was easier to be happy

[Hook]
So just a little taste and you know she got you
Can you hide away, can you hide away?
The sound of silence as they all just watch you
I kinda find it strange
How the times have changed
But I wish, we could go and be free, once
Baby, you and me
We could change the world forever
And never come back again
Let's leave it all in the rear-view
Let's leave it all in the rear-view, girl
You don't have to cry
You don't have to cry

You don't have to cry no more
You don't have to cry no more
You don't have to cry no more, little girl
You don't have to cry

[Verse 2]
Mend a broken heart girl if you can
I don't expect you to be capable
You got the world right in your hands
And that responsibility is inescapable
I promise that I'll be a different man
Please give me the chance to go and live again
I'm having some trouble, can you give a hand?
It seems perfection really is so unobtainable
Don't even say you about to end it all
Your life precious ain't a need to go and kill yourself
I'm not so sure that there's an end at all
I wish the truth would just reveal itself
Who do you call to make it to the top?
And who do you call to make the shootin' stop?
And who do you call to give the coupe a wash?
After everything I did I think I'm still myself

[Hook]
So just a little taste and you know she got you
Can you hide away, can you hide away?
The sound of silence as they all just watch you
I kinda find it strange
How the times have changed
But I wish, we could go and be free, once
Baby, you and me
We could change the world forever
And never come back again
Let's leave it all in the rear-view
Let's leave it all in the rear-view, girl
Oh-oh-oh
Let's leave it all in the rear-view
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
Let's leave it all in the rear-view, girl
You don't have to cry
You don't have to cry
Whoa-oh-oh (yeah)
Let's leave it all in the rear-view
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh