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"Cruise Control"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)

"Cruise Control"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)



Ayo I'm livin the high life!
Fly clothes good liquor good weed
Fine hoes all the things I'm a need
We make these ladies pants wet when we grab the mic
And we gonna have em like
La La La La, La La La La La...
Sit back relax and move slow cause we on cruise control

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Wizzle man the fans can't keep em off me always reppin for my city even tho I don't see em often, yea
As a youngin learn it's best to keep from talkin I only say I'm the best cause that what's the people call me and I'm a keep shining till the day the reaper call me alot of shit on my chest so I suggest you keep from round me tryin slander my name but when u sit think about, it's hard to showoff your aim when niggas yet to see the targert, hes talkin that mess cause hes garbage my trees rolled, beauty cause the weed is forign, and my homie bought a yacht so we on it and drinks are pourin hoes admire my clothes cause I got louis features on em, LiFE just like a movie plus the special features em, is bad bitches and good weed to keep us coughin, hard as a bed of nails you would be sleepin on. MOTHER FUCKER YEAHHHH!

[Chorus:]
Ayo I'm livin the high life!
Fly clothes good liquor good weed
Fine hoes all the things I'm a need
We make these ladies pants wet when we grab the mic
And we gonna have em like
La La La La, La La La La La...
Sit back relax and move slow cause we on cruise control

[Mac Miller:]
(Ayo good lookin wiz)
Uhh I got these mother fuckers hatin on the way boy live, the reactin way they ladies always that I'm the shit people stay up on my dick I ain't worried bout them I'm to focused on the money I ain't worried bout friends, they say the youngin dream like a king, I'm muhammad ali in the ring, christmas eve in the spring, waitin for the boy but I ain't 21 wizzle cuttin up cause I stay puffin blunts, and when the money come I'm a give it back got a driver who adresses me as mister mac, dealin with theses diva hoes they so demandin, mac a young superstar dakota fanning, and you know I'm plannin for the world to be mine, no blind dates but I'm hittin girls from behind, the type of shine stay turnin em blind, just cruisein smokin purp and recline
 
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"Cruisin'"

"Cruisin'"




[INTRO:]
Yeah
All these hatas their just forced to hate no reason (fuck yall)
Don't really know who I am at all (fuck yall mutha fuckas)
So I guess I kinda gotta introduce my self again to
These mutha fuckas so I'm just like yeah

[VERSE 1]
Please tah meet ya find me with ah heep of reefa
Speaking etha ill whoop ya ass and crease ya sneakers
Hatas keep tha haten lil faggots figure skaten
While we figure eightin seekin ur replace ment and I ain't gon
Touch tha hate like some bacteria
Some nasty ass food from tha cafateria
You'll have and hear me bruh if u pass me up ah luh
Ima beat ya ass tearin u in half and eat ya up
Like any given friday I roll up to ya drive way rock
U in tha face have u lookin sideways
So step back cause u ain't want it with Mac tha young
Cat with rap to leave u flat on ur back
And as ah matter of fact I'm like crack on tha track
With mah cap to tha back I'm tha cat in tha hat
Yeah we rhymen like Dr.Suesus so be careful before u end up on tha news
Everytime that we..

[CHORUS:]
CRUISE like we ain't got nothing to loose
Hit tha speech throught tha speakers hope its comen in smooth
When we CRUISE see I ain't got nothing to do
So ima roll around tha city smoken blunts with mah crew
When we CRUISE [x2]

[VERSE 2:]
And there ain't nobody that do it like Pittsburg (NOPE)
Said there ain't nobody do it like Pittsburg (NOT AH)
I said it twice just incase that u misheard
Cause this verse is like........
So quit ya back talk I ain't haven it boy
I'm lookin fresh right now straight dazzlen boy
Light a swisher now I'm gone
When my minds on, 5's on, laced up, headed out the time bomb
Get your life right size truck whit a white light
Triple x tee and a fresh pair of white nikes
I wright like nobody you've seen
Cause my weed is purple and my money is green
See I'm hungry for cream with my fitted on lean
If you wanna talk shit, ima shit on your teaam
I rock my fitted to the side
Roll around the city blowing piff up in the sky
When we..

[CHORUS:]
CRUISE like we ain't got nothing to loose
Hit tha speech throught tha speakers hope its comen in smooth
When we CRUISE see I ain't got nothing to do
So ima roll around tha city smoken blunts with mah crew
When we CRUISE [x2]

[VERSE 3:]
The kid raps like lasers, sharp like rasors
Rollin up my weed and some ?gos see a vegas? (yuup)
Fuck a cop tryna chase me with tasers,
I'm runnin out my crib and I'm dippin through the neighbors, garden
High homie marvin the marshin
I wipe my ass with you soft rappers like charmin
Yall hungry I'm starvin, you talkin shit, oh I beg your pardon
Specifics is never gimics,
I rip it just how I live it,
You wanna it ill go and get, I'm kickin it so escuisit
The wickedest mothafucka on the block I live at
Shit talk on hip hop I'm pealing your wig back, yuup
So where the crib at, where the party at,
Where them butt naked hoes and the bacardi at
Cause when I start to rap, its gameova
And I ain't spend a single one sober
When we..

[CHORUS:]
CRUISE like we ain't got nothing to loose
Hit tha speech throught tha speakers hope its comen in smooth
When we CRUISE see I ain't got nothing to loose
So ima roll around tha city smoken blunts with mah crew
When we CRUISE [x2]
 
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"Crushin' Round The Clock"

"Crushin' Round The Clock"


Uh... All Day... Better hide your girl for this one...

[Chorus:]
It's all right, It's okay, Seein' you all night & all day
We be crushin' round the clock, crushin' crushin' round the clock
We be crushin' round the clock, crushin' crushin' round the clock
It's all right, It's okay, Seein' you all night & all day.
HEY!
We be crushin' round the clock, crushin' crushin' round the clock
We be crushin' round the clock, crushin' crushin' round the clock

She got a little bit of beauty, little bit of class,
Little bit of lips, Little bit of ass
Little bit of style, dressed to kill, little bit of freak, with a sex appeal
Um, I'm so down for whatever baby, always dressed fresh and wavy,
Wanna make love, ah yea, that's gravy. late night sex get extra crazy
Ain't gonna leave em stayin, sick of all the games you playin'
Eye gazin', sex amazin, got you squintin, eyes look asian
I know I'm just a kid, ever tell me what this is
I see you shake, I see you moan, everytime I touch ya lips
You grab my hand, run your fingers through my hair
Everywhere we go there's sendin sex all through the air
Ya, I know you think I'm playin right?
How bout you take just take a chance, stay the night
You my baby right? love it when I call you that
But I follow cash, I'm a have to call you back
Just know that, you be in my mind
I say the same thing every single time.

[Chorus:]
We be crushin' round the clock, crushin' crushin' round the clock
We be crushin' round the clock, crushin' crushin' round the clock
It's all right, It's okay, Seein' you all night & all day.
HEY!
We be crushin' round the clock, crushin' crushin' round the clock
We be crushin' round the clock, crushin' crushin' round the clock

Ya, I'm amazed, actin like there ain't no time to waste
She a freak, lemme get her right behind the stage
My true shorty though, I've had all sorts of hoes,
Take my time when I'm with her, drink my 40s slow
And give us a second, you'll find us on the bed
Wild sex, with her legs behind her head.
Turn her over on her stomach, get her from the back
She always leave a scratch, but I like that
She the type that, you wanna wife that
And she like me, cause all I do is pipe that
Buzzin' like a bumble bee, that's chillin by the hive
Love her with no limits, cause my ceiling in the sky
Feelin up ya thighs, tongue ticklein ya twine
When I get it from behind, ya say it's twistin up your spine
Baby, I'm one of a kind, that finds that spot that have ya climax
I'm that boy

[Chorus:]
We be crushin' round the clock, crushin' crushin' round the clock
We be crushin' round the clock, crushin' crushin' round the clock
It's all right, It's okay, Seein' you all night & all day.
HEY!
We be crushin' round the clock, crushin' crushin' round the clock
We be crushin' round the clock, crushin' crushin' round the clock
 
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"Cut The Check"
(feat. Chief Keef)

"Cut The Check"
(feat. Chief Keef)



[Mac Miller:]
I'm a motherfucking fool, cut the check
I'm a working motherfucker need a desk shit
I don't got a heart, I don't even need a chest
I'm a mess, they be saying they up next, that's a stretch
Hold your breath let me bow to the crowd, shit I'm blessed
Well I must be, bitches want to fuck me, bump uglies on front street
The cards on the table, gin rummy
Have a blast, have a ball, have a motherfucking great time
Beast, I'm a dog, got a squad full of K-9s
I'm a motherfucking fool, cut the check
I'mma get it 'til there ain't shit left to get
No stress, running suicides, don't even break a sweat
I'm a threat, code red when your line get pressed
You getting fucked by your contract what the fine print says
Told you once, I told you twice, I get the Lamb it's over rice
I whip the Lamb it's overpriced, the life is good the hoes are dikes
The type of shit don't happen overnight (God damn)
I'm a motherfucking fool

This shit on 100 degrees, hard as fuck ain't in a rush
I let the money come to me, I'm a business man
I'm way too young to be this rich
I don't know what to do with all this shit
I'm out of control, Lord can you save my soul?
How convenient, you ain't worried about shit right now
How convenient, you're just tryna keep it lit right now
How convenient, screaming money over bitches right now
How convenient, bet you're feeling like the shit right now

[Chief Keef:]
How convenient, undefeated
Walked up in Neimans spent the sac then I'm leaving
Smoking on reefer, OG reeking
Got the cops pull me over they gon' want to take the Bimmer
But I'mma do the dash, beat it like Tina
And I got my nina boy, you better be subpoenaed
Walked in the spot, ice on, lights on, blingin'
Someone start a fire cause it's fucking freezing
I'm high off life give me the blunt I'm a roll it
I got hot rocks I'ma let you hold it
I was posted with the hammer y'all was telling police
Now I wrestle with racks, bitch I'm Mick Foley
Shit made me go woo like Rick Florer
I mean Ric Flair bitch boy I've been player
You a bench warmer boy I've been playing
Walked up the stairs look at my shoes like them cleaner
But I should've worn the other ones cause them better

[Mac Miller:]
This shit on 100 degrees, hard as fuck ain't in a rush
I let the money come to me, I'm a business man
I'm way too young to be this rich
I don't know what to do with all this shit
I'm out of control, Lord can you save my soul?
How convenient, you ain't worried about shit right now
How convenient, you're just tryna keep it lit right now
How convenient, screaming money over bitches right now
How convenient, bet you're feeling like the shit right now
Cut the check
 
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"Definition Of Cool"
(feat. Diggy)

"Definition Of Cool"
(feat. Diggy)



[Hook x2]
The definition of cool, thats me yo
Ask ya girl about me, bet she know
I’m the future, you a fake bitch, cleo
All my bitches bad like it’s Shaq shooting free throws

[Mac Miller - Verse 1]
Hey ayo, my first name Mac, my last name Miller
On beats I’m a monster, I’m iller than Godzilla
Yeah my skin Vanilla, I’m hotter than Chinchillas
Hittin’ Vegas for the night and cop a villa
Get my lyrics from ill and my soul from J Dilla
Chillin’ with the sour cause some smoke will kill ya
I’m just me, tryna cover all these magazines
And bitches try to give me treats like its Halloween
Lil’ old school flavour when its Jerm on the drums
Dodge the bullet points like it’s words from a gun
Spittin’ flames so they burn in my tongue
Bitches wanna fuck but they heard that I’m young
And they still do, I’mma stick around call me Mildew
Go and stay in Bel Air like uncle Phil do
Get rich go and buy me a mansion
Get my parents a nice crib up in the Hampton’s

[Hook]

[Diggy - Verse 2]
Shots at a general, roll like an inner tube
Drinking on tigers blood, that’s what winners do
It seems as if you’d like to hang from my genitals
Whoa, pause, oh, gosh
It is I, the D to the I
With the two G’s like it’s Gucci attire
Why, don’t ask why, you’re so inquisitive
And these shoes I’m wearing are only limited
My bad, was that a bit much, a tad
Didn’t mean to brag, that was low class
Pardon my rudeness that was so crass
And I’m always making moves, cause I never procras-tinate
The number one spot is up for grabs – too late
What was that question you asked
What’s the definition of CO-OL
If you haven’t gotten it by now, oh well

[Hook]

[Mac Miller]
You ain't cooler than me, go get a job bitch
You ain't cooler than me, go get a job bitch
You ain't cooler than me, empty pockets
You ain't cooler than, you ain’t, you ain’t cooler than me
Little asshole got you so mad
Make ‘em say ughhhhh
 
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"Desperado"

"Desperado"


[Intro:]
Uh, Chya, Uh, Uh
Dedicated too, this dedicated too
Fuck it

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Uh, I got a pocket full of posies
Some devil with a pitchfork keep talkin' like he know me
I'm psychopathic, low key, my hyperactive dome piece
Get no sleep, ill as fuck, the hospitals seem so weak
I stood before an Angel as he told me bout the glory
Put me in a room of people, how the fuck could I be lonely
I only get money, these labels tryna clone me
Uh, my thoughts get heavy, hit the ground and crack the concrete
So, I try to keep em' in my head
It's sad to see when everything that you believe is dead
Word to heavy D, and rest in peace to all that come and pass
Life is good sometimes, but it just doesn't last
A bunch of tracks, you see this mic is like my punchin' bag
Rock n' Roll, drugs and cash, you softer than a bubble bath
Sucker ass motherfucker, motherfuckers venom and
Doper than the shit that put Chris Tucker in Dead Presidents
Desert rhymes, homie, ridin' beats, I'm on a camel
I'm way too hot to handle, life a beach, I brought my sandals
Haha, you want a war, I got a lot of ammo
You ain't a soldier cause you rockin' cammo
Young Rambo, hundred million fans though
And I do it big, you a iPod Nano
Fire on wax, look like I rock candles
Yeah you got a show, but you ain't on my channel

That's HBO bitch, you gotta pay for that
Hahaha, your channels free

I'm gonna fuckin' kill you

Um, Imax'n shit motherfucker
Yeah, suck my dick

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Hey, ayo, I'm bout to start gambilin' with Ambien
I'm dutch smokin', that's a strike
But fuck bowlin', I could tear a pin of Maryland
See, I'm American, apparently it's damagin'
To be in front of cameras in your underwear with Marilyn
Monroe, look at dumb hoes who want too much dough
And come close to having you straight trippin' when you jump rope

Don't rock the love boat, this business fuckin' cut throat
And it's gonna crack is you just paint the wall with one coat
Rooms filled with blunt smoke, peep me through the fog
These rappers who be hatin' probably need to get a job
See me, I'm with my squad, gettin' money living comfortable
I know a couple hoes who model, but they ugly though
Fuck a toast, y'all is fuckin' broke, cut ya throat
Judgin' me is nothin' dope, boy you lyin' under oath
God made the world, why did man make the scriptures?
And if he created Lennon, why'd he go and make a Hitler?
I could take a photo, but I'd rather paint a picture
Of the one Lawrence Fishburne, we'll shoot up all you hipsters
I'm from Pittsburgh, that's black and gold
If my skin gets filled up, I'm a tat my soul
Runnin' out of paper, writin' on my hand
Hundred thousand haters writin' bout my jams
Want a number one independent album? I'm your man
I'm a hit Preme and leave you all right where you stand
 
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"Diablo"

"Diablo"


[Verse 1:]
It's the, rap diablo, macho when I drop flows
Bar gets raised up, it's me and Petey Pablo
Colder than gazpacho, colder than the mano
Rapping head honcho rocking shows like I was Bono
I go, play a couple keys on the piano
The industry a lie all the promises were hollow
Follow, me I could show you where we be's at
How's I get my g pass, none of your fucking beeswax
Thes raps, bring these joints together like a kneecap
Fuck the little 8 balls show me where the keys at
The time continuum, Mortal Kombat finish them
Tryna find a balace reaching from my equilibrium
Fools I pity them, I'm not a human I'm amphibian
Fake superhero like the Mystery Men
I ain't saving nothin'
I'm gettin' faded 'till the angels come and skipping all the famous functions
How do the famous function,
The A list can't be trusted
I strong arm them like I play the trumpet
The bottom barrel of society
I tell my bitch if she don't love me then just lie to me
I'm finer than the winery
Take it from the rich this is piracy
Finally, I don't even need my fucking eyes to see
Come and die with me

[Hook:]
Cus everybody got dead homies
Said everybody got dead homies
Said everybody got dead homies
Said everybody got dead homies

[Verse 2:]
My mind is Yoda I'm on Ayatollah
These other rapper just a diet soda
I find Jehova in the darkest places
Empty as appartment basements
This a marathon gentlemen go ahead and start the races
Save the coffin spaces
Don't come up missing
Tell your bitch you've been trippin' now you on vacation
Rapping like it's automated
Lights I keep em' on like Vegas
Love I'm making so hot I'm turning hog to bacon
Only God can save him, I heard the monsters made him
I ain't a star I'm way farther with the constelations
Contemplating suicide like it's a DVD
Lost inside my mind it's a prison homie leave me be
You can see me bleed, I be with the freaks and geeks
Bitch I never miss a beat, I'm Charlie Conway, triple deke
Gordon Bombay in these streets
Ballin' like I'm Pistol Pete
Been a beast, every word I spit rewriting history
Look at what you did to me, look at what you did to me
Running to the underworld with guns and set the sinners free
No bitches in my circle I'm a show you the commercial
I've been popping like a colonel
Reading Justin Bieber's journal
Treat you like a urinal
 
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"Diamonds & Gold"

"Diamonds & Gold"


[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
She keep on gettin' played like it's recess, break her heart's a reflex
She want to hit the beach, and show her titties down in Key West
Someone leave her crying all the time and now she finally out of Kleenex
Sick of dudes not givin' her the respect
Cause really she a genius, a CEO
Tryin' to be on top alone, she don't keep them close
She been waitin' for the opportunity to be a boss
Tough bitch, probably would've thought she played lacrosse
Sick of bein' soft with her heart broken all the time
Want some money too, fuckin' dudes
And falling all in love with who, was nothin' new
Only coming through to bust a nut or two
She just need her family like the Huxtables
And now she on the road, left them home to takeover
Get rich and have her crib made over
But she gonna do it partyin', with her cup full
Ain't gonna trust you, but she gonna fuck you

[Hook:]
She wants diamonds, she wants gold
But she's scared to let you get too close
And she's been high and she's been low
But now she finally on her own
And they've been looking
So they been finding
Cause she ain't grinding
And she ain't hiding
Until she finds her place back home
And then she's finally all alone

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
She gonna be rich, as fuck
In high school they were callin' her a slut
But now she coming up, Louis Vuitton and Juicy on her butt
See the bitches that be hatin' like "What's up? "
Cause they ain't doing nothing and she out here stuntin'
Middle finger to them hoes, all them bitches had it comin'
Yeah, on top of the world, she lookin' down
Invite you to the crib, let you look around
Just a fuckin' tease, tryna get your cheese
Invite you out to dinner, cause she want to eat for free
She could pay it if she wanted to, she won't though
Go home, she got more dough

[Hook x2]
 
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"Dig That"
(feat. Cam'Ron)

"Dig That"
(feat. Cam'Ron)



[Intro: Cam'Ron]
Another 7 AM session with Mac, high as a mutherfucker man
Edward EG just walked in, waddup baller!
Mac Miller in the building! Lemme tell you this lil story
Though real quick, about this ho
Excuse me ma, about this chick
This how it went down tho:

[Verse 1: Cam'Ron]
Baby says she sick of me, sick of me, you kidding me?
Fuck the fuckery, you comfort me, you diggin me?
Not Scooby Doo, boo-boo, no mystery
Not school, but I tell you the history
Wanted me to wife her, I just want to pipe her
Only gave her cab fare, I wouldn't white-Nik'd her
Baby won't quit tho, she a fighter
I'm like "God damn, it was just a one-nighter"
Don't know what I said to her
But now, the girl I'm deadin her
Caught the vapors, Schwarzenegger never seen this Predator
Venus a competitor, my cream and my cheddar-ar
See more tennis than Venus, Serena and Federer
Sergio Tacchinni Lamborghini, man etc
If life feels like a movie, I'll truly be your editor
Cam did it, your man live it, I ran with it
2 thousand dollar sweater

[Hook: Mac Miller]
I tell 'em oh yeah, muthafucker, oh yeah
I'm getting money with my homies, yeah you know I'm gon share
Might get hard, I don't care, I ain't goin nowhere, I ain't scared
I got my peoples and they iller than yours is
So can you dig that? (dig that dig that)
Can you dig that? (dig that dig that)

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
I must admit it, I'm just iller than most
This business, I get up in it, like I'm pimpin' these hoes
All these that you people love, go 'head give em a toast
Because if they ain't here tomorrow you gon miss em the most
Now I'm livin' pretty good, yeah some would say phenomenal
All about my net like it's a goalie in a soccer goal
Accomplished the impossible, my dreams they seemed illogical
They ain't about that essay paper, I'mma tell 'em adios
Pass the phone bastards muthafucker, shouts to Vado too
Shmutty hoes been told me that they love me, that ain't nothin' new
Yeah that's nice you know my Twitter, no I ain't gone follow you
You prostitute, dirty bitch, I'll throw you down the laundry shoot
Like bada bing, bada boom, diamond rings, designer shoes
Finer things I like to do, London, France, and China too
Got a crib that got a view, above my yard that got a pool
Prolly tryna find me shit, too bad, I tell em:

[Hook]
 
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"Don't Mind If I Do"

"Don't Mind If I Do"


Ah-ha!
Mhm
Don't mind if I do

Hey, it seems like every day
I gotta filled up phone
Ladies tryna text me
Sayin that they home for the Summer
And they heard that I'm livin on my own
So they wanna come to the crib
Maybe cook me some supper
But I'm busy, so I'm ignorin her
Yeah I just touched down in California
Now I'm headed to the beach
Gon' swim in the water
Like I'm tryna sneak in across the border

I do, all different types of crazy shit
I'm the youngen hoes tryna make a baby with
'Cause it'll make 'em rich
Know I'm headed to the money
So these funny little girls wanna take a trip
But no, only the M.O.S.T. dope with me
Other fools home or, boy? and cig free

No disrespect though,
I gotta get that cigarette flow
For the green pesto, presto

[Chorus:]
I'd like to make myself believe
That planet earth turns, slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm a sleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems

Me I'm highly underestimated
So educated that gettin paid quick
If you ever hated anticipate that I'm famous
Got a bunch of bitches to sip on the champagne with
Celebrate that we seein' another day, life good
Never wanna end this
Me & Mary Jane got a really nice friendship

Yeah they give me money
But I gotta go and spend it
Man, I been a bad little jew
But I gotta pay the bills now
So I gotta chill out
I ain't walkin round like I'm splurging with a mil now

Feel like the kid workin at the mill now
Used to just chill and smoke joints up at Bills house
Now I gotta schedule, things I gotta do
Doin' interviews, see it up on youtube
I say it feels just like a dream
'Bout to wake up from a nap
How fucked up was that like

[Chorus:]
I'd like to make myself believe
That planet earth turns, slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm a sleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems

Just some motha fuckin' kids
We just some motha fuckin' kids
 
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