Mac Miller

[fox69]

"People"

"People"


I know people that try, people that don't
People that fly through the air, just float, like smoke
I know people that joke
Know people that's rich, know people that's broke,
Know people that love, people that hate,
Some tell you that you're good,
Some say you're doing great,
Hey, I know people can't wait,
They wanna hear every single thing I gotta say.
Some people act cool, some act phony,
People are your friends, but they'll never be your homies!
I know people think they know me,
Like there's a lame, untalented old me,
Girls wanna own me, labels wanna clone me,
Haters wanna choke me, stoners wanna smoke weed!
People never gonna change,
Cause no two people are the same!

[Chorus:]
Hey! we are just two people
What more can we do,
Give me one more day,
I'm a spend it with you!
With you!

I can't complain, now people know my name
But when come back home, not a damn thing change!
I bet people can't believe,
Some after the money,
Some want a degree,
If you showing love, then you're cool with me,
I'm the same old dude, before the jewelry
And everything kinda new to me,
Things ain't nothing like they used to be!
People thought I would,
And some people probably thought I could,
Some people think the boy turned at hollywood
Live it up every day, worth while,
Dudes runaway when they see the girl smile.
I'm glad I get to call her mine,
This the type of thing so hard to find!
You can't tell a star to shine or a carpet fly,
Shits gonna happen it's just all in time.

[Chorus:]
Hey! we are just two people,
What more can we do,
Give me one more day,
I'm a spend it with you!
With you!

Until I'm with somebody, I don't know what to do,
They may not understand you cause they see you only move!
Girl this dinner's over, try'na to get you to my room,
Cause I've been going crazy baby you don't got a clue.

[Chorus:]
Hey! we are just two people
What more can we do,
Give me one more day,
I'm a spend it with you!
With you!

 

[fox69]

"People Under The Stairs"

"People Under The Stairs"



Hey microphone testing
Testing you playin' politician
You martin sheen on the west wing
Guessing the best thing for me to do is spit it
This shit is never a gimmick you listen you listen more than a minute of it
I've been spitting flows since a kid was 6 years old
And if you listen close I'll do this like some mismatched clothes
It's whatever put in together
You never could be this clever, I'm rockin the mic forever
You gonna stop me never
I'm cocky because I love it, you Rocky without the punches
Hockey without the ice and boxes without the lunches
Flowing like me, no one and that got you mad bitch
So your boys are nothing but just air, rich
I ain't tellin nobody how they should live they life
I got my own shit to deal with, so that just isnt right
I'm just trying to leave the crib go out and live the night shit
Fuck that, I'm locked in the lab working
Dropping the track beats, get bodied and bags certain
See the world through 1st 2nd and 3rd person, omniscient
Istening so efficient
Trapped in my own goal line ready to go the distance
Consider it a privilege
That what you get to witness
History in the makin'
You fuckin bitches, just playin' with ya
Still in line waiting for my name to get called, ya

 

[fox69]

"Perfect Circle / God Speed"

"Perfect Circle / God Speed"


[Perfect Circle]

(Fuck you)
I came for whoever is in charge
I suggest you go and get yourself a weapon and a guard
They need some coffee, everybody’s sleeping on me
Going around door to door, setting off alarms
All that horse shit, you should have left it at the barn
Keep a stallion, tell her gallop to the store and get cigars, yeah
Too many whips, gotta get a new garage made
I might steal one just to drive it in a car chase
Me and my bizarre ways (no emergency)
I moved up from a Private to a Sargent
You can see it in the scar face
Hidden in a dark place, swimming in the shark tank
Give a bitch a little bit of change, she a game in an arcade
(Time crisis) Not a second to lose
I’m the motherfuckin' Bible, that’s forever the truth
And this is not another case of the celebrity blues
The devil with me and he tell me to shoot

Murder, murder, murder, what would you do?
Have you ever had to hurt her? Just for something to do
Can you draw a perfect circle?
Lot of lies cover the truth, you got options, what do you do?
I wash these pills down with liquor and fall
Leave it to me, I do enough for us all (I do)
Got what you need if you like breaking the law
My mother raised me a God (Hey)
(Fuck you)

Yeah, blame the drugs, got me sinning on the weekday
Drunk as fuck, doing buck sixty on the freeway
Giving y'all the freebase, hidden in the middle of a briefcase
Hidden in a subwoofer, beat case
Used to wanna know how a freak taste
Now I’m in it in an instant like replay
Bra’s a baton, pass it off like relay
Why I’m so mad on my B-Day?
She say “I thought you got sober”
And I say “I wish you’d stop being a bitch
And get to minding your business”
Told me “Money has changed you”
I get to thinking, how rarely do I visit?
How’d I get so egotistical? I’m a Buffalo Soldier
Heaven is a mile away, the trouble, much closer
I’m only twenty-three but my mind is older, and it’ll forever be
Dead presidents to the homies, death to my enemies

Murder, murder, murder, what would you do?
Have you ever had to hurt her? Just for something to do
Can you draw a perfect circle?
Lot of lies cover the truth, you got options, what do you do?
I wash these pills down with liquor and fall
Leave it to me, I do enough for us all
Got what you need if you like breaking the law
My mother raised me a God (Hey)
(Fuck you)

A goddess told me “good morning” when I woke up
(Fuck you)
You know I had a good morning when I woke up
(Fuck you)
Gotta thank God every morning then I woke up
(Fuck you)
Would you remember me if I never woke up?
Bye bye (Fuck you)
I am a sinner, I’m just tryna sin
Warm in the winter, and I’ll be on my way
I’m just a drifter, in endless seas of whispers
I just need some shelter, give me shelter from the wind

Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system 412-9... is not available

“Hey man, I wish you were here, happy holidays, uhm, I love ya.
And I hope you have a good night / weekend / I hope I talk to you soon, alright, God Speed”

[God Speed]

Oh yeah, I thought I’d have it figured out by now
Shit would be simple, problems would be in the past right now
Me and the homies would be sitting on millions
Reminiscing when we were so broke and living in Oakland just chillin'
I thought I’d have it in the bag by now
I thought that we’d be kicking back by now
I know that life is a bitch, I know that life is a bitch
I thought we’d put her in a cab by now
But I’m stressing, I can’t relax
I swallow my pride and I’m higher than what’s making me mad
Everybody say I need rehab
Cause I’m speedin' with a blindfold on and won’t be long ‘til they watching me crash
And they don’t wanna see that
They don’t want me to OD and have to talk to my mother
Telling her they could have done more to help me, and she’ll be crying saying that she’ll do anything to have me back
All the nights I’m losing sleep, it was all a dream, there was a time that I believed that
But white lines be numbing them dark times
Them pills that I’m popping, I need to man up
It’s a problem, I need a wake up
Before one morning I don’t wake up
You make your mistakes, your mistakes never make ya
I’m too obsessed with going down as a great one
And if you wait too long, they go find someone to replace ya
So I guess this is a letter, to all my brothers, Most Dope, that’s forever
And this the part that Q start crying, if he ain’t already yet
I did my best to be a leader you respect
At times I became weaker, got defeated by regret
So tell my baby I love her
And if she give me time I’ll put a seed inside her, make her a mother
Just know that there’s a place
Where all my people free and everybody straight
Every devil don’t got horns, and every hero don’t got capes
Opened up my eyes, shit, I’m finally awake, Good morning
Yeah, good morning

Yo man, it’s the morning, you gotta go to work
“alright”
Yo, you gotta be at work in like ten minutes, yo
(You good?)
“I’m straight, yo what’s good?” (when you going?)
You gotta pick up the dry cleaning and shit still?
“man, fuck that shit, I’ll skip”
You bout to go to work?
“mmm”
Ight, what time you gotta be at work?
“I don’t know... soon”
You Democrat or Republican?
“Uuhh...I don’t know anymore”
Would you vote for a female president?
...

 

[fox69]

"PlaneCarBoat"
(feat. Schoolboy Q)

"PlaneCarBoat"
(feat. Schoolboy Q)



[Hook: Mac]
It’s a plane, it’s a car, it’s a boat
A planecarboat
A planecarboat
It’s a plane, it’s a car, it’s a boat
A planecarboat, a planecarboat
A planecarboat, a planecarboat

[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q]
Q, My pants gon sag forever, my top gon drop whenever
My gun gon shoot whatever, your ho gon love me bruh
Richard James rag, that pussy came fast
All of this Balmain, look like I fell out a plane
Walkin’ on water, impressin’ your daughter
Nothing [?] it’s a button for me
You got a key and them twentys is weak
Lookin’ like you done got that from the auction
When did you floss and (lose that shit)?
Not a scent, late for rent (road kill)
[?] for the ass clap contest
All the home girls tryna fuck me after
Give me head and turn me to a conscience rapper
I could tell you how the world begun ‘em
Virgin Mary slutty sister’s son
At birth I was meant to come
Take over the world and fornicate with girls and
Dogging these kitties’ pearls, it was on point like Earl’s and
Shit is easy as 1 2 to the 3
Can’t make out what could it be
Look up up up to the me

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Mac]
You can taste the wind ridin’ in the foreign with the titties out

Shit a million out, you just chillin’ at your bitch’s house
She on prescriptions trippin’ itchin’ for a different dick to mount

I’m givin’ out some dick to mouth resuscitation (breathe bitch)

The meanest genius, my style seamless I’m dope as fuck
Release my thesis, a piece on demons who spoke of love
Openly cope with emotion, only the strong survive
Along with my personified dog and my bionic eyes
Life a cartoon, turn it up
You probly heard of us, we murderers and you curious what the verdict was
Release me please or believe the evil is coming for ya
It’s me and a hundred warriors armed with swords and we sorcerers
Singin’ Gloria the morning that your abortion come
And so it goes, guess I’m in love I suppose
We fuckin’ these hoes, bitch I’mma jump on your bones
Reach in and pull out your soul like Jesus

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Play Ya Cards Right"

"Play Ya Cards Right"



Uh yeah, little old school shit
So she came up to me and asked my name
I said it's funky mac I don't play no games
If you wanna come home with me tonight
You better play ya cards right.

I came to rock right now
I'm the best and I came to get down
I've been known to rock a microphone
She got a boyfriend but left him home
See I got style, so yes I brag
The things I do just make them mad
Download new kicks to my ipad
Why ya girlfriend look like she's dressed in drag
You a fag, this is forever, ladys in love with my agenda
My names something these girls remember
She write hers down, return to sender
I don't need it, thinking she can keep her secrets
One night only that's how I treat this, sleepin
Bitch please make me some breakfest
And then leave.

[2X]
So she came up to me and asked my name
I said it's funky mac I don't play no game
If you wanna come home with me tonight
You better play ya cards right.

Ya see I came to rock right now
I'm the best and I came to get down
I've been known to rock a microphone
Girls odishon to bring them home
See I might chose, so just go with it
Her mom adores me, her dad thinks I'm a nitwit
It don't really matter I'ma have her fall in love
I need my botty brains botty? and she all of the above
Relationships, I hate that shit
Got one night only so make it quick
You see me out, wanna take a pic
Fuck me once, wanna date and shit.
I ain't that rich, but I got friends
Make a sandwich, get me fed
Decided right now don't got all night
This the life so play ya cards right.

[2X]
So she came up to me and asked my name
I said it's funky mac I don't play no game
If you wanna come home with me tonight
You better play ya cards right.

 

[fox69]

"Polo Jeans"
(feat. Earl Sweatshirt)

"Polo Jeans"
(feat. Earl Sweatshirt)



[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
I give no fucks when I go nuts, cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa: Dead
Woke up from the coma pulled up in a Skoda smoked, went back to bed
Never thought it would be such a loner, I tell my bitch that I fucking own her
My neighbor's daughter just got a dog, I'ma run it over, I'm a fucking soldier
So cold bro fuck pneumonia, all my bitches got love for Sosa, I just wanna fuck Rosa Acosta then disappear in Southern California
Strung out to the night, I'm chilling, everybody worried the lights might kill them
Via sight slipping, long lines of those white women
I'm with the homies, bump Counting Crows
Just went through the half ounce of coke, blood pouring out my nose
Don't tell my mom I got a drug problem, I'm fucking high
We publicize, when the sun go down I come alive
Cause the guns go off in the summer time, cause the guns go off in the summer time
Blaow

[Hook: Mac Miller]
This another motherfucking rap song
Broke and crazy, rich and famous doesn't last long
Spent all my cash on a broken dream
Went from weed and liquor to the coke and lean
All I got's this mansion and this potpourri
But don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?
Don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
I blow a spliff before the ink dries on the paper
And lately, I don't like shit, I been inside on the daily
Getting wasted as the time that I'm spending high and sedated
I'm putting five in his face, because we don't buy into bullshit
As soon as it's flashing lights then it's kush to hide in the bushes
I do this shit out of spite cause there's niggas that overlooked me forever
I'm more content with dark and stormier weather
Flip the fucking cross on your rosary, we supposed to be better
But here's a toast to your efforts, and don't approach me with nothing
That isn't money or breakfast, I'm close to choking a pussy, pussy
Sweaty Man, you best had bet your bottom dollar on him
With a couple niggas, weighing sess like it's a lot options
15 on me for soda and swishers
And who's the shit, a bag of chips, and a colon decleanser?
I'm over bitches trying to act like I owe 'em a picture
Rather introduce these hoes to Vince who could show you a pistol
Listen, ST was the older initials
Been rap game tighter than boa constricters
Rolling stoned like a boulder raving, I'm so impatient and going dumb as
Disclosing my fucking home location to total strangers
No love in my heart for coppers, blood from my lungs on the sink
Cashing out off the garments, the artist, fuck what you think
The sky'll turn black and the carrions could pick
And my flesh when I rest, tell 'em bury me adrift

[Hook: Mac Miller]

 

[fox69]

"Poppy"

"Poppy"


Yeah
Had to do this one
One time.

Hello death it seems that we meet again
You keep taking friends that I'll never see again
I guess they gotta leave, but if we pretend
That they never left, well we gonna see them then
Never leave our hearts, never leave our thoughts
As time goes by don't even be forgot
Life goes on, though I wish that they was there
Shit like this ain't never gonna seem fair, yeah
So can I have a moment of silence
For anyone who's gone from the coldness of violence
And I know you wanna see me go to college,
But I'm sorry I don't think I'm a make it
Cause this world is mine for the takin'
So when I get famous they gonna know what your name is
And no one understand what the pain is
And how the blood runs numb where my veins is
I'd like to thank you, cause you made me a man
Told me to never let it go so I'm taking a stand
Always in the crowd when I played in the band
Your grandson is everything I say that I am
And maybe I am, a little bit over my head
But I'm feelin' so alone tryna cope with your death
Holdin my breath, wishin' I had one more day
Wishin' you could be there when I graduate
Uh, and it's sad to say that no one in this room understand me
I know you had to leave, so rest in please, but please can you watch over nanny?
Cause she loved you, and I love you
All the prayers I'm sayin' may bug you
But I'm just checkin in on what you up to, so how they treatin you up there
Too stubborn for a cane, way too cool
Sleepin' at your house, walkin' me to school
Thought I was a fool when my grades start slippin'
When I played ball you was always in admission
You, loved me more than I've been loved before
And that's a type of thing that everyone ignores
But not me, you got me
Always and forever, poppy

[Chorus: x2]
Times goes by living without you
Hope you know, I've been thinking about you
And I know, I know, I know, I know that they took you from your home
But your in my heart, so I know that I'm never gonna be alone

 

[fox69]

"Put It On"

"Put It On"


I kinda feel like I deserve this
Butterflies all up in my stomach, like a first kiss
Just a word smith, using poetry and more but,
Distracted by these girls who want their juicy couture
Yeah, this life is all about material things
I got kids tricks, bitch I'm the cereal king
And everything better if you relax and and chill
So my seat back for weed naps, we need that, for real
I took my heart and put it all out on a CD
You now riockin with the bees knees, I'm the cats pajamas, the coolest of the cool
The kid that got em' gas tappin usin' up they fuel
when they first heard em spit they didnt think it would be shit
m-o-s-t to the d-o-p-e kids
C u f'in h's now you hanging with a g bitch but they say you need jesus

All my peoples
All of my peoples
Everything is a-okay
We been waitin way too long
So tell the DJ he can play my song
[2x]

Ay, yo I'm half man half amazin
Flyer than a penguin, you dryer than a raisin
Hot like causan, bringing all the girls to the days inn, ready for a little love makin
Yeah, I want it now but they tell me have some patience
Feelin' on top of the world since graduation
Now I do music all day cause there ain't no other option
Drivin' to Conneticut, then flyin' up to Boston
I put it on for my city, always showin' love
An overdose of drugs, how the people throwin' up?
They say waddup when I drop in
I'm just chillin back in my seat, Joe Swanson
Yeah I used to steal iPods and pawn them
Now I take my girl shoppin', no problem
Live it up every second, life don't got a sequel
It's all good, thumbs up to my people

All my peoples
All of my peoples
Everything is a-okay
We been waitin way too long
So tell the DJ he can play my song
[2x]

Put It On.

 

[fox69]

"Rain"
(feat. Vince Staples)

"Rain"
(feat. Vince Staples)



[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
Take your time, when talkin' to a nigga I don't waste none
Knock you off your feet and then I flee before the jakes come
Sick of hearin' cases from these niggas who ain't face none
But I'ma be the nigga that they feelin' when the day come
Thirsty for the pay, young niggas led astray
Stray bullet hit my brother in his mothafuckin' face
What's fate when a person don't deserve what he get?
Shootin' reckless at the father almost murdered the kid
Or is it karma for the shit that both the parents had did?
Ain't embarrassed where I'm livin', we get merit for kills
From a family of niggas that was veteran skilled
Voted heartless cause my momma made me part of the guild
Deals made, sellin' thrills paid the bills at the crib
Drag him down by the river, he'll be missin' for years
And them funerals was usual, ain't sheddin' no tears
You the fall and had it better off than most of us did
Cause shit, Heaven knows, Heaven's gates prolly closed
And these hoes in a race for the gold
We was raised on that fork in the road
No food on our plate, just the meals that we stole

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
I spit that prayer hand emoji, that shit that injured Kobe
The holiest of holy, Nick Nolte in some Oakley's
That's a flex though, cover up the issues that I kept close
Sober I can deal 'em in the corner with my head low
Runnin' from my shadow, never ending chase
Ease the pain and the battle that's within me
Sniff the same shit that got Whitney, the high heel depression
My temple feel the metal comin' out the Smith & Wesson, bang
Say a prayer, leave my brains on the tile floor
My bitch hate me, always tell me I should smile more
Off them drugs that hit you in your spinal cord
This the shit I need to keep the climate warm
Wish I could get high, space migration
Pretend I can just fly to great vibrations
The magazines need a quote
Now I'm gone, sorry I don't even know

[Outro: Mac Miller]
And this pain, and this pain, and this pain, and this pain
Mixed up with this rain, this rain, this rain, this rain

 

[fox69]

"Red Dot Music"
(feat. Action Bronson)

"Red Dot Music"
(feat. Action Bronson)



[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Think I can see a fucking halo
About to meet my maker
Brought a double cup of Drano
Some soda for the flavor, uncontrollable behavior
With some psychopathic tendencies
Lonely as your neighbor with the bitches, he got special needs
Word to my denim fiends, I'm Kennedy on ecstasy
My flavor from the nature, need an acre for my recipe
They got my soul, bu I don't let them take the rest of me
My melody, a little like Kenny G's, it's heavenly
And my denim tailored, me and Action rapping
I'll be fucking with the Fader, sipping mind eraser
Actually, we rapping for the fuck of it
Taking money from you, gonna smack you out in public
We the republican government, abundance of substance
Having consumption to fuck a bitch
You're Banana Republic fit, go suck a dick
And your bitch looking like Cousin Itt, the ugliest

[Hook: Action Bronson]
I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit
Groupie bitches wildin' up to suck a baby's dick
Cadillacs is gettin' whipped a hundred eighty fifth
Just for that sizzle, gortex in case of drizzle

[Hook: Mac Miller]
I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit
Looking up into the clouds where the angels sit
They looking down, keeping watch 'til I'm dead
So how'd I get this red dot on my head?

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
Yo, I don't perform unless the money's in my pocket first
After rapping take my people out for octopus
We all deserve a dedication to the fandom
Hold your hand out for nothing if you claim to be my man, damn
You see me peeling off a whip like when your mother strip
Blow the dice, roll them shits, hit another trip
Shit, I'm on some shit
Hand's fucking hotter than a leather in the six in the summertime
Understand I'm only rhyming for this son of mine
And so my daughter can be a lawyer and reap the spoils
We ate the tuna, it's suede puma, my look is Jay Buhner
Dawg it's cause some of us just age sooner
I'm still twisted, rocking lizards from a strange river
Forbidden jungle in the joint paper, point shaver
Check the bio, I fixed the game between Kentucky and Miami of Ohio
I been wild

[Hook: Action Bronson]
I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit
Groupie bitches wildin' up to suck a baby's dick
Cadillacs is gettin' whipped a hundred eighty fifth
Just for that sizzle, gortex in case of drizzle

[Hook: Mac Miller]
I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit
Looking up into the clouds where the angels sit
They looking down, keeping watch 'til I'm dead
So how'd I get this red dot on my head?

[Verse 3: Mac Miller]
Bitch I'm nodding enough, I'm hot as wassabi sauce
And constantly giving y'all a bit of this ambiance
I was a minor, chasing after vagina
None of my friends were fake, but none of my clothes designer
Went from posted on stoops to smoking on roofs
I came from that basement, now look at this view
Making this money, blowing it all
Fuck what you did, just show me results

[Verse 4: Action Bronson]
Yo I'm a 635, dip or fly motherfucker
Leather to the foot, horses I led them to the brook
If you like to keep the chisel in the book
I see a lion in the mirror when I look
Look, I lose money but I make it back
I keep it true and ain't no motherfucking faking that
I get a-fadin' and then I fade to black
Been on the razorbacks, I hold the multi-colored flavored gat
Blat

I said it must be the drugs...

[Outro: Loaded Lux]
You was Easy Mac with the cheesy raps
Who the fuck is Mac Miller?
This name says "crack dealing trap nigga
Slash cat peeler, back with a black stripper
Ass thicker than a snack wrap snicker, too fat to snap zippers"
And half is what I'll do to Mac Miller
Now my mind's first track figured
A nigga who treats his yak richer than elixer
Taps slicker than past tiller
Goes around the room like his cats get finna
Oh you Mac Miller?
The fact's filtered in the snapped picture
My man jack ripped over Google like Jack the Ripper
Yoohoo, I'm finna murder this brunette bitch
Get pumped like a flat fixed to become a flat fixture
A rap figure to look like you hacked Twitter
I'll show you Beastie Boy
You can't match a killer with that wigger
I'd rather attack Tigger or Jack Triller
He got track fillers for a album
If he had Jigga on an ass sticker
Wouldn't go cat litter where I'm from
Malcolm, I knock the thoughts off your balcony, King,
You're from a home of funny bones
Not like quite the one I've known
You look like, before you punched in flows
You were struckin' blows, bloody nose for your honey row
In the lunchroom gettin' yo money stole
You're a bully's Best Day Ever
With them Nike's on your feet
Coming through Blue Slide Park
I'm gon' rob this chump
On a party on Fifth Ave like he Donald Trump
Nigga don't give me that shit
I liked you better when you was Easy Mac with the cheesy raps
Who the fuck is Mac Miller?