Mac Miller

[fox69]

"Snap Back"

"Snap Back"


[Chorus x2]
Had some baggy gear, now my clothes tailored [x2]
Had a fitted cap, now I rock a snapback [x2]

Uh, I used to rock a double X L
Now the ladies all say I dress well
With a nice pair of jeans, LRG or Mizou
Crew neck sweatshirt, hat and some clean shoes
Pocket stayed equipped with some paper and some gold piff
Pack of gum squares, blackberry and a phone clip
Got Most Dope Clique, bunch of mothafuckers lookin' fresh
Crooks and castle dress
Sl-sl-sloppy haters shouldn't mess
Walkin' by your lady and I'm sorry if I took her breath
You was just baby, crying til you was shook to death (bitch)
Fade away like an etch-e-scetch
Don't second guess, ain't nobody better dressed
Text hoes we're less clothes then her mama like
Church girl always go to school she the honest type
But when it comes to boys she like 'em bad
So holla at the kid I got swag

[Chorus x2]
Had some baggy gear, now my clothes tailored [x2]
Had a fitted cap, now I rock a snapback [x2]

Nic nac paddy whack give that boy some clothes
Imitate the kid, you may get yourself some hoes
Snap back, flat cap, abstract swagga
Kid come correct never messin' up the pattern
Y'all jigsaw puzzle
Mismatch mess, got my J's on wit some jeans lookin fresh
Yes my colors match
And I ain't no other cat lookin the kid
Yeah none of y'all fuck with Mac
You rockin' something that lookin' like a lumberjack
How you wearin' 3 different t shirts under that?
Teach you how to dress real stylish, I'm the wildest
Nothin' on me lookin' childish
Fire talk, I am hot
Y'all is just some mild sauce
Got my clothes tailored
Fits so nicely
Soon you'll see these mothafuckers dressin' just like me

[Chorus x2]
Had some baggy gear, now my clothes tailored [x2]
Had a fitted cap, now I rock a snapback [x2]

 

[fox69]

"Snooze"

"Snooze"


[Verse 1:]
Get some brand new kicks,
Couple hundred on the jeans,
I been spendin all this money got me feelin like a g,
Hand me down gear, some shit you never seen,
Droppin three stacks now, so fresh so clean,
See we never coulda dreamed of,
All of the shit me and my team does,
Girls see me like damn you look good now you cleaned up,
Feelin fresh got my teeth brushed,
Ima new kid been waiting to do this,
They hatin up on my plate got some steak and its rocris,
Been feelin like a true pimp Biatch,
It’s 05′ I’m the steelers you the seahawks,
This weed I keep hittin makin me cough,
Jolly giant, I’m jack smokin the bean stock,
I get hoes in boat shoes,
Now I won’t lose, welcome to the old school bitch

[Chorus:]
Now my clothes look cleaner,
And my kicks look fly,
We be buyin more reefer so my crew gettin high,
Now the girls keep callin and the money keep comin
I be jumpin off the bridge but, Ima hit the ground runnin
When the fuck will I wake up,
I ask em when the fuck will I wake up,
Cause every single day their suttin new to do,
So Ima keep on dreamin hit snooze.

[Verse 2:]
Hit snooze I aint tryna wake up yet,
Ima keep on dreamin be the straight up best,
And I’m blessed
Everyday and I’m getting straight up fresh,
My homies like Mac damn you get your cake up yes I did
That’s the life I live I grind all day,
High School sellin mixtapes in the hallway,
I bet they never thought I’d be this cool,
Now they understand why I skip school,
Had my dreams wasn’t worried at all,
This from gettin bored I go splurge at the mall,
I got money, I got bitches,
I got everything they dreamin of and I aint done shit yet,
This major leagues big business,
Used to have a wish list,
Now I just give gifts,
Shit would make me happy,
Here’s how to reach me,
You can get at me,

[Chorus:]
Now my clothes look cleaner,
And my kicks look fly,
We be buyin more reefer so my crew gettin high,
Now the girls keep callin and the money keep comin
I be jumpin off the bridge but, Ima hit the ground runnin
When the fuck will I wake up,
I ask em when the fuck will I wake up,
Cause every single day their suttin new to do,
So Ima keep on dreamin hit snooze.

When the fuck will I wake up,
I ask em when the fuck will I wake up
Cause every single day their suttin new to do,
So ima keep on dreamin hit snooze.

Now my clothes look cleaner,
And my kicks look fly,
We be buyin more reefer so my crew gettin high,
Now the girls keep callin and the money keep comin
I be jumpin off the bridge but, Ima hit the ground runnin
When the fuck will I wake up,
I Ask em when the fuck will I wake up,
Cause every single day their suttin new to do,
So Ima keep on dreamin hit snooze.

 

[fox69]

"So What"
(feat. Wale)

"So What"
(feat. Wale)



[Wale]
This is the fun part, no what I’m saying?

[Wale]
Seen the highs and lows, remember when I was broke
Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap
Now I’m killing these shows, I just deliver the hope
These women give you their heart, these bitches give me they throat
These bitches give me their mind all the time let a way to break it down
Never tell em bend over I just make em’ take a bow
Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit
Roll the whole mountain, now I’m on the couch bent
Okay DMV shit but they know me out in PA
Scooping out hoes at the O’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 roll like thick strippers
You still sleepin, you can’t see em, we still beefin
We still rolling, we still blowing, we still achieving
I’m still killing, still winning, we still Sheen’ing
I’m Ricky Vaughn on the song, why you still swinging?
Why you lil niggas still swinging? Got virgin tight flows still bleeding

[Hook: Mac Miller]
Maybe good shit happens, so what if it does?
Baby the worst gonna come, sow what if it does?
It ain't nothing to me, I’m who they comming to see
So I ain't giving a fuck.
[Wale]
My nigga good shit happens, so what if it does?
Baby the worst gonna come, sow what if it does?
It ain't nothing to me, I’m who they comming to see
So I ain't giving a fuck.

[Mac Miller]
I ain't give a fuck, I hear em talking I don’t listen I’m up-
In the clouds looking down, I ain't even in a rush
I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs
Wouldn’t even listen to anything that my name was on
It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow
Cause as hard as I go I know that I can’t stop wont stop
I love what I do, you don’t even know yourself how we fucking with you?
I ain't got time for all the problems, no I never did my trig
smile on my face got me feeling like the shit
Bill Clinton pimping, always with a monica
Days Inn.. turn that shit to hotel erotica
Marijuana for everybody in yamakas
I don’t give a fuck till my homies put some bottles up
And talking shit we gon’ party all day, when I’m in the DMV I hit the home Wale
Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts
I don’t give a fuck I’m getting drunk, only live once
Young and dumb as hell, something something something something fuck it

[Hook: Wale]
My nigga good shit happens, so what if it does?
Baby the worst gonna come, sow what if it does?
It ain't nothing to me, I’m who they comming to see
So I ain't giving a fuck.
[Mac Miller]
Maybe good shit happens, so what if it does?
Baby the worst gonna come, sow what if it does?
It ain't nothing to me, I’m who they comming to see
So I ain't giving a fuck.

 

[fox69]

"Someone Like You"

"Someone Like You"


Someone like [x8]
Someone like you [x2]
Someone like [x8]
Someone like you [x2]
Someone like [x8]
Someone like you [x2]

[Verse 1:]
Light up till the pain gone
All I hear is this same song when the radio came on
Fuck around and get based on
Do this shit till the day I die
Are you ready? Are you ready?
Terrified but my hand is steady
Verified get the camera ready
Carry my own weight all these earthquakes don't wake
Me up from this deep sleep diving into this cold lake
Fuck a bitch 'til her toes shake telling me I'm her soul mate
Disguised emotion no face bull shit with that no thanks
Dealing with her since 08 fucked around I'm done
I heard you're supposed to race when you hear the sound of that gun
Now it's losing all of it's fun spending days in solitude
Too many dumb interviews put me in this awful mood
Not thinking logical, getting high jump off the moon
Looked into his soul when he died right there in the hospital
Peace don't seem possible when the mind is so closed
Came in for your money then left with all of your hoes

[Hook:]
Life moves fast but my baby keep it slow
Open up your mind start forgetting what you know (Oh!)
This shit ain't been the same since you left me here alone (Whoa!)
You hurt so good
Girl your love, it hurts so good

[Verse 2:]
Uh love me love me that Fentanyl it numb me
Beautiful to get ugly turn you into a junkie
Still searching for something but I don't know what
Dreaming about nothing wake you up and then fuck
I love it when you get a little nasty
Hit it from the back if you like that wiggle them ass cheeks
Isn't that sweet same shit we did last week
For all the cash you might of stood up and would've walked past me
Wake me up from this bad dream put a match to this gasoline
Every night you somebody different got me thinking it's Halloween
Fucked up can't feel myself work hard might kill myself
Exist through audio where all my problems they're real as hell
Trapped in this wishing well, death creeping like Splinter Cell
Getting high put my mind away find the words I'm tryna say
Imma think of that later when the world goes against you
You better get that paper

[Hook:]
Life moves fast but my baby keep it slow
Open up your mind start forgetting what you know (Oh!)
This shit ain't been the same since you left me here alone (Whoa!)
You hurt so good
Girl your love, it hurts so good

 

[fox69]

"Sound Like"

"Sound Like"


DJ Capcom is about to fuck up hip-hop with this joint,
So all you haters out there,
Get back.

This is a DJ Haze exclusive.

[Chorus (x2)]
Aye yo Mac, what it is?
We wanna know what you sound like kid.
So whatchu sound like?
Who you sound like?
How you sound like?
Why you sound like that?

[Verse 1]
I sound like old, (what?)
I sound like new, (uh-huh)
I sound like me,
And I sound like you.
I sound like yes,
I sound like fresh, (fresh)
I sound like a bird first flyin' out the nest. (ah-hah!)
I sound like rap,
I sound like rock,
I sound like every single type of hip-hop.
I sound like pain,
& I sound like fame,
I sound like water,
& I sound like flames.
I sound like cash,
You sound like change, (cha-ching!)
I sound like style,
& I sound like bang.
Sound like trash,
Sound like ecstasy,
Sound like a harmony on a melody.
To determine what I sound like,
Please come listen.
This ain't no ordinary white boy spittin'. (boy spittin'!)
Mac Miller,
He'd a give you sound bytes, (what?)
So why do people wanna know what I sound like?

[Chorus (x2)]

[Verse 2]
I sound like death,
I sound like life,
Cause good things don't come around twice. (uh-huh)
I sound like feathers,
And I sound like steel. (Yup)
Yeah, I sound like real,
I sound like the next dude up to get a deal, (Thas' me!)
Sound like I'm hungry; never had a meal.
I sound like heaven,
I sound like hell,
And it sound a lot better than it smell. (ah-hah!)
And it taste a lot better than it look like,
So, I'ma make sure it cook right.
It sound like Diddy vs. Suge Knight,
Sound like [?].
Sound like the suburbs,
Sound like the streets. (Yup)
Sound like a bomb,
Sound like boom!
Sound like a kid writing raps in his room.
Don't sound like your everyday rap cat spittin'
You wanna know what I sound like? Listen.

[Chorus (x2)]

These motherfuckers know how I sound.
I sound like fresh.
I sound like the new.
I sound like the motherfucking future.
So if you ain't listenin',
Don't ask what I sound like.
But if you know,
Then you closer to the future.
Mac Miller.
Eastern Empire.
Sounds rightttt, haha

 

[fox69]

"Sunlight"
(feat. Iman Omari)

"Sunlight"
(feat. Iman Omari)



[Intro:]
Uhhhahhh
Top of the morning to you
You know, it's been so dark outside
That I figured I'd turn a couple motherfuckin' lights on real quick

[Verse: Mac Miller]
Uh, I ain't talkin 'bout nothin' with a flow so disgutin'
Ashtray by me that I gotta dump my guts in
Need substance, feed it to the public
No one gon' touch it like my poppy's old musket
Roll up to the function, eatin' all the Funyuns
Sentence keep runnin', word the double E Cummings
People say to me that it doesn't mean nothin'
Bumble bees buzzin' cause the trouble needs lovin'
Wonder who really give a fuck what I have to say?
Those are people that which I dedicate this rap today
If I have to, I'm a crack your face
Monday to Saturday, I'm actin' like a basket case
While Sunday I'm goin' golfin' with my Callaway's
Or watchin' football, word to Joey Galloway
Take a shower start singin' like Al Green
From outside, it probably soundin' like some loud screams
Always had child dreams and nightmares
My music like the airport I hop on a flight there
Wana go to Monaco to see what it's like there
Roll up in a pair of Nike Airs, just like 'Yeah'
Wassup, here I am, lookin' in the mirror and
All I see is me, I'm in peace
Go rent out a penthouse, forget all my problems
The things I regret now, be gone by the mornin'
My life is startin', I'm ready as I ever been
Pencilin' my schedule that I gotta move on from mistakes
Number 1 albums, always givin' you mixtapes
And that's what I'm a do until I'm richer than Bill Gates
It ain't all about money for me though
I do this for the people who need a boost in their ego
Work a lot, I'm an addict not a fiend though
Get up, get out, and get somethin', word to Cee Lo
Bottles of Cleco, a couple of Cristal
May head to L.A like I'm Chris Paul
Bout to go platinum off of missed calls
So all of y'all can lick balls

Yeuhhh
Just you know

[Hook:]
Run from the dark
Into the light
You know, you know you're gona find your way out
Run from the dark
Into the light
Oh-woah, you know you're gona find your way
That's right, into the sunlight [x4]

 

[fox69]

"Suplexes Inside Of Complexes And Duplexes"
(feat. Jay Electronica)

"Suplexes Inside Of Complexes And Duplexes"
(feat. Jay Electronica)



[Intro: Mac Miller]
Might as well introduce
This is madness!
This is an outrage
As a matter of fact, this is outrageous

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Yeah, young sire, slap the fuck out Jon Cryer
Rough rider, raw bust inside a vagina
Like I want kids, my head continues to be haunted
I burn a city down while I'm unconscious, baby go on
Take some quaaludes, conversate with Jesus
Batting practice with the motherfucking ghost of Babe Ruth
Do as a saint do, turn painful to graceful
Devil on my trails, I'm trying to find the Holy Grail
[Coughing] Right there
And if Mars is the farthest that man has set his target
Then I don't know why I even started
I'm sick of being too nice to people who don't do shit but consume light
Told myself, "Fuck the world kid, just do what you like"
Go and have a food fight, start yourself a new life
You're too bright to be inside a bunch of mediocrity
But all those big words ain't gonna get you paid
And those abstract ideas for sure won't get you laid
You got it made in that mad house
What the fuck you got to be sad about? Go ahead and rap now
Do what you do best, I mean
That's what you do best, matter fact motherfucker
You suit vest, you need to buy a new dress
I heard you and your girl live in a duplex
I'ma put her ass in a Suplex, the sun east, the moon west
You got a clue, what does a clue get?
Nothing

[Verse 2: Jay Electronica]
My milk and honey, my chérie-chérie amore
My Cinderella in her carriage by the doorway
Her ruby slipper made the wizard send the scarecrow
And the lion through the forest
To the wicked witch's fortress where she scorched them in the foreplay
Remember that? He said he'd fight the box to see the wizard
When he was visited by Dorothy who came here on a blizzard
Now the whole world's in color, still,
How Auntie Em was next of kin and not her mother
Real, her face was care-worn
I suspected she migrated to Kansas up from Dearborn
And had beef with Mrs. Gulch since the very beginning of Year One
Mr. Candyman, the parables parabolic
The poetry's like the poems and songs of Ecclesiastes
Lightning should strike the stone and then Moses should make a tablet
The Judge will bang the wood up in parliament with the mallet
And yell "Hear, hear", finally some order to this rap shit
Finally some sort of water to soil these cracked lips
I keep my shit crispy and elegant,
So miss me with the irrelevant, the god body is heaven-sent
The hard-body is reverence, since the son of Byford
Brother of Fal, every rhyme's halal
Every line is kosher, livin' la vida loca
Shout out to Tony Toca, we livin' how we supposed to...

 

[fox69]

"Swing Set"

"Swing Set"



Cruising through the city with the windows down blowing
Through a pound ready for another round
Some hoes in the back of the whip and they rollin servin
Pussy like the U.S Open blowin on this
Potent different flavors I done saw em all I bee stayin
Higher than the taj mahal straight epic
So now you cant forget it kickin girls out the crib
Like they got some bad credit when you blowed
And you drunk and you don't give a fuck take this soul
And this funk tell the Dj turn it up purple
Stuff got it stirrin in my cup while hoes I get around
Like the wheels on the bus Im'a true player
Original mac and I keep the pussy poppin here listen
To that hoes showin me some love so I'm givin
It back she wanna be mrs.mac how you figure that?

 

[fox69]

"Talk About"

"Talk About"


[Chorus]
What type of music should I make? It generates love and it generates hate
What kind of topics should I stress? I can talk about the money and the girls and the sex.
Talk about life or talk 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:]
So many things to say not a lot of times that I can say em’
I can talk about the fact that I’m a rapping caucasian.
Talk about going to school and getting bad grades.
Talk about breaking the rules and having bad days.
I could talk about girl problems.
I could talk about hoes from the ugly to the hot ones.
Or I could talk abut this dream I have.
Or I could talk about my homies when I seem em’ last.
Say I’m the illest on the mic, how I kill it when I write.
Or how the lights when they film it so bright.
I could talk about the fame and the hoes.
Or all the name brands on my clothes.
Talk about the highs, talk about the lows.
Talk about the highs that you get when you smoke.
I talk about a lot of shit when I write.. because it’s part of my life.

[Chorus]
What type of music should I make? It generates love and it generates hate
What kind of topics should I stress? I can talk about the money and the girls and the sex.
Talk about life or talk 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 2:]
I could talk about the parties that I go to.
Talk about how it’s so different from the old school.
I could talk about the pop and the whack rap.
Or I could talk about some ounces in a backpack.
Talk about a fitted, talk about a snap back.
Something simple, or something real abstract.
About the war, talk about politics.
Or I could tell you how full my Louis wallet is.
I could talk about a few religions.
Or how to turn a Jew into a Christian.
I could talk about the shit that make you cry.
Or I could make it all up and just talk about lies.

[Chorus]
What type of music should I make? It generates love and it generates hate
What kind of topics should I stress? I can talk about the money and the girls and the sex.
Talk about life or talk 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?

 

[fox69]

"The Festival"
(feat. Little Dragon)

"The Festival"
(feat. Little Dragon)



Yeah, yeah
Let me get a little bit more beat
Yeah

Ask god if she believe in me and will she accept me as a deity
And tell me the secrecy won't keep you free
I'm sleeping, won't dream until the demons leave
I took a nap, I need a tree in the shade
Feel the sharpness of the swords and blades of grass
Picturing the images that make you laugh
I left you out to die but will you take me back
Somewhere in between the crazy and the conscious
She's naked underneath them shadows, let the sunlight undress her slow
I don't know who I am, I'm so good at doing impressions though
I'm going to the festival, the festival need to let me go
I wake up, pop a couple Benadrylls, go back to sleep
So I made up, everything they said was real, it has to be
Cause actually the master fast asleep
And the castles back back in his private quarters
That's a master for you, this a revolution, we don't have no order
All this torture, thought I had to warn you
Leave it all behind and go to California
I'm past the signs, it's the real thing, try analyzing this feeling
You can't fathom

[Little Dragon:]
My hands are ahead the clouds
From the clap-clap thunder looking down
While you're running around
I lift you up when you drown
Unlock the mission, the planet in rotation
Full speed chasing and you're always running ahead
You're always running ahead
You got second chances, happy birthday, sweet romances
And you paddle like a duckling, why
Don't wanna go, don't wanna go, don't wanna go to the festival
You got angels, we can see them dripping from the sky
You watch 'em with your third eye
Don't wanna go, don't wanna go, don't wanna go to the festival
To the festival

Hola, Malcolm. Hey man, it's Lois man. I'm calling, man, to tell you about the album.
I listened, it's good. I need to tell you, man. I tell everyone to listen to the music and it sound like they like it, man.
It sound like it good. I tell my wife "I'm so proud of him." I tell my girlfriend "I'm so proud of him."
And the album is good. It's so good. I cannot believe it. No one can beat you