Mac Miller

[fox69]

"Foolin' Around"

"Foolin' Around"



Ay yo Jerm, Banger

Rising gram train get this money right
Cause life's a joke, I'm the funny type
So I'm foolin' around, I'm just foolin' around
I'm just foolin around, I'm just foolin around

Rising gram train get this money right
Cause life's a joke, I'm the funny type
So I'm foolin' around, I'm just foolin' around
I'm just foolin around, I'm just foolin around

(Igh, check it, look)
I'm just foolin' around
Comin' new with the sound
I give you music that pounds
Start movin' the ground
I'm a wildfire ya'll just burnin' slow
Got that Midas touch with it how it turn to go
You gotta earn your own chips
Never lose focus
Bang it til your ears goin deaf like Moses
I'm on vibrate, buzzin' all crazy
Haters gettin' mad cause I'm fuckin' all they ladies
I stay skee smokin' til I can't see
Takin' pictures with the hater like say cheese
Yeah I'm kinda young
Weavin' where the vinyl's spun
But no practice here so call me Iverson
But I'm a be ready when the finals come
Said I'm a be ready when my time'll come
Gimme brain get inside they mind
Go to sleep, wake up now it's rise and grind

(Oh, ay yo Jerm, tryin'a tell 'em man
Let's get it, what)

Rising gram train get this money right
Cause life's a joke, I'm the funny type
So I'm foolin' around, I'm just foolin' around
I'm just foolin around, I'm just foolin around

Rising gram train get this money right
Cause life's a joke, I'm the funny type
So I'm foolin' around, I'm just foolin' around
I'm just foolin around, I'm just foolin around

Look at when I come around and spit that flow
3 in a row no tic-tac-toe
Hit that dro get so blow
Hold up and spit that slow
Oh I'm hot (who done jump)
Ya'll hatin' you gon' stop
I'm comin' to your block
Still hear my music knock
Gon' take this to the top
I want the top spot
Spittin' them pop rocks
The human talk box
I'm top notch and you ain't got a fan yet
Watch me blow they minds with some bars call me Xanax
I ain't even goin' hard
Told you my flow is sharp
And when the dro is sparked
Sittin' back Rosa Parks
Don't call me lazy
I ain't just some bum kid
But I can bust wigs with every single drum kit
I like to joke a lot
I'm (rebar flow) I'm not
My moms is walkin' in the room like are you smokin' pot?
Blow the smoke out like yes I am
So can I motha fuckin' kick this?
Yes you can

Rising gram train get this money right
Cause life's a joke, I'm the funny type
So I'm foolin' around, I'm just foolin' around
I'm just foolin around, I'm just foolin around

Rising gram train get this money right
Cause life's a joke, I'm the funny type
So I'm foolin' around, I'm just foolin' around
I'm just foolin around, I'm just foolin around

 

[fox69]

"Frick Park Market"

"Frick Park Market"


[Intro]
Uh let me get, uh turkey sandwich
Uh, lettuce, tomato (bitch)

[Verse 1:]
My name Mac Miller, who the fuck are you?
Well my crew too live but I ain't Uncle Luke
And I ain't no hipster, girl I can make your hips stir
From Pittsburgh, smoke papers or a swisher
Welcome to the Cam Rellim chronicles
Looking out my monocle
I'm dodging obstacles, I gamble like the Bellagio
You cockroach, I'm heroin cause everything I talk is dope
Type to leave it clean and fucking shiny word to Mop & Glo
Tryin' to get a mansion ain't nobody here gonna find my room
Money gonna be green I guarantee you that my slide stay blue
So press play, I start from scratch and never use no template
The next day these losers always goin' with what's trendy
My pen game is something these motherfuckers have never seen
All City Champion everybody is second string
No need to testify (testify) for the best is I (best is I)
And anybody in my way goin' to be left to die

[Hook:]
I'm a feed the world you can put it on my tab
Run until my legs go numb, I don't plan on looking back
Anything you need you can find it at the market
If you don't hold me down for all I care you can starve bitch
I'm a feed the world you can put it on my tab
Run until my legs go numb, I don't plan on looking back
Anything you need you can find it at the market
Anything you need you can find it at the market

[Verse 2:]
I got my own stickers now so literally I'm everywhere
Hundred different shoes still feel the need to cop a fresher pair
These motherfuckers treat me like it's just my second year
Fool you better get prepared
Don't know 'bout you but all my rhymes is deadly here
Frick Park Market where we kicking out the garbage
Sick bars I've been a boss so stick around and watch it
Did the round, no college campus chilling writing on top of planet Earth
Fuck whose first, It's just bout who the hardest
On my own too, fuck whose saying different
Every time I rhyme I get that Punxsutawney feeling
I'm the starter you the fill in
You a martyr I'm just killing
Getting harder with each time I write
Wish I could rewind last night
I had so much fun just kickin' it and goin' in
Don't call me Malcolm if you didn't fuckin' know me then
And if you lonely girl I could be your only friend
You got some shit to say I suggest you hold it in

[Hook:]
I'm a feed the world you can put it on my tab
Run until my legs go numb, I don't plan on looking back
Anything you need you can find it at the market
If you don't hold me down for all I care you can starve bitch
I'm a feed the world you can put it on my tab
Run until my legs go numb, I don't plan on looking back
Anything you need you can find it at the market
Anything you need you can find it at the market

[Outro]
Yeah, and this is Blue Slide Park

 

[fox69]

"Friends"
(feat. Schoolboy Q)

"Friends"
(feat. Schoolboy Q)



[Intro: Mac Miller]
1, 2, 3, pop, pop
1, 2, 3, pop, pop
1, 2, 3, pop, pop
(Mr. Davis)
1, 2, 3, pop, pop
Okay
Yea, Okay, okay
Okay, O-kay-kay-kay-kay
Okay, okay, um

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Snowflakes keep falling on my expired debit cards
Don't know why I'm still awake, I gotta be up at 10 tomorrow
Missiles in my repertoire, I'd say I'm pretty regular
I never leave my house, I don't know why I got an extra car
My pool-house studio is covered up with pencil marks
And everyday is full of jokers like a deck of cards
So, I'm so lonely, there's horns on my dome-piece
But, I'm not the devil, I'm a motherfucking Minotaur
Oh my God, look at how upset you are
Cause we out here winning, brought my dogs from out the reservoir
And I'mma let 'em bark, before you ready, my set will start
We forgot our roots before and trust me, things they fell apart
Wash myself with acid, it's because I got a denim heart
My conscious so weak I need to split it up in 7 parts
Revis brought me out to Cali for the first time
Went to Amare's party, took tequila shots with Kevin Hart
But Kevin don't remember that
I saw him at the V-M-A's, told a joke - he never laughed
The rap diablo, free your mind my motto
And we all gonna be good if TreeJ ever hit the lotto
So arigato
So, shit you know I'm world famous
And R. Kelly been told me I'm the world's greatest
But still to fall in love is like an orgasm
Cause you never gonna know if your girl fake it
I'm always faded, getting shaded in the basement
I just bought a cello, now all I do is play it
Thank God that I made it
Ask Q where Dave is
He'll probably tell you that he's rolling midnights out in Vegas
When I'm in my spaceship, my face is so complacent
Wear a suit to cash a check, we're going to the banquet
And Jimmy got the burner, but he don't wanna murder
And clockwork somewhere out in Sweden speaking Danish like
(Husband, isn't this your language?)
That man must be a alien
I really can't explain it, shit
It's just a little cocaine sniff
But the lines is longer than parades is
I think it's time to give me all your praises
So I can get this money and give all the homies raises
My life is on these words, this is my affidavit
And if you wanna legal battle - send your ass to David (that's my lawyer)
I'm half man-half amazing
Probably half God, but that don't fit my calculations
I know the planet Earth is about to explode
Kinda hope that no one save it
We only grow from anguish

[Hook: Schoolboy Q]
Yea, Miller Mac
(Miller Mac)
Miller Mac, Mac Miller
(Miller Mac)

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
There's snowflakes falling on my debit card
Swear I'm not alive, I couldn't tell you if we ever are
In this Game of Thrones, it is known
I got the 4G, L-T-E connection boards
No Control, fuck Ken Lamar (Fuck you Kendrick!)
I don't vote, I never registered
But I'm a magnet for them zeros call me Edward Sharpe
I wake up feeling dead, I need a fresher start
So me and Q put people on the label we don't remember
Smiled as I saw Jerm, nerding out with Josh Berg
Talking in [?], and drinking Arnold Palmer
Any other room, watching C-Span with E. Dan
Land out the baseline, doing drums with his freehand
When I was in first grade, I wished to be Puerto Rican
My mom took me to a barbershop to get some cornrows
I walked in, ready for them Sprewell braids
But the lady said my hair was too short though, man
I always thought my moms was the illest for that shit
Driving through the hood she did not have a reaction
With a 6 year old she kept the doors unlocked
And drove by the 5-0 like fuck those cops
God damn, it just don't stop
I know my father probably wish I would just smoke pot
My grandma probably slap me for the drugs I got
I'm a crackhead but I bought her diamonds, we love rocks

[Hook: Schoolboy Q]

[Verse 3: Mac Miller]
Yea, I've had the same outfit for 6 days straight
And Still all these bitches will get in position because I got their pussies all dripping in pain
Somehow, I'm making this music it's just to relate to
And I got the life-raft, ain't gonna save you
Look at my reflection, I broke the mirror
It's only for protection, shit keep getting weirder
Now I can't see a thing but, things never been clearer
Call the Mothman its Richard Gere (It's Richard Mother Fuckin' Gere!)
This is our year
Let's get fucked up and get the fuck up outta here
I've kicked it with the aliens, a different stratosphere
And looking down like
We come in peace
I told Will and Bill they need to kick the habit
We on the same trip, we just got different baggage
Parks spilled the grape juice on all of Dylan's dad's shit

[Hook: Schoolboy Q]

 

[fox69]

"Fuck 'Em All"

"Fuck 'Em All"



I have a vision that had to give to subtracted limits
If everything was gone tomorrow who would miss it?
And if I packed my bags and moved away who would visit?
If you knew it you should say who would listen?
Yea I'm talkin' 'bout a new religion
Something to feed off, we search for it like groups of pigeons
Kinda futuristic, yea it's cool, we different
Cause what I do's terrific, I'm just hopin' you could feel it
Yea, so tell me if you can
Are you numb enough? Or can you listen in?
I lose it all to show 'em I'll get rich again
But matter fact fuck that cause I don't give a damn
You see it's simple when it's only cigarillos and the world don't want shit from you
You don't expect it from a little man
Fuck empty, my glass is filled
Counting roses, daisies and daffodils, chill

Get your money (Get your money)
Fuck 'em all (Fuck 'em all)
Every day, could be gone tomorrow
What if it's gone tomorrow? (What if it's gone tomorrow?)
Get your money (Get your money)
Fuck 'em all (Fuck 'em all)
Get your money (Get your money)
Fuck 'em all (Fuck 'em all)
Every day, could be gone tomorrow
Every day, could be gone tomorrow
So get your money (So get your money)
Fuck 'em all (Fuck 'em all)

I say my prayers but I don't know who they to
Layin' on my back, lookin' through the roof
Just tell me, am I gettin' through to you?
Stickin' to it, superglue it, make it beautiful
Fuck, what am I missin'?
Speak to your soul so shut up and listen
Give me a reason to pop
Getting' me goin' and lettin' me stop
Head to the top, it's better they not
Call me in forty so they don't need shots
I got a girl, we in love
She my money, she my drugs
This my pain, this my pleasure
Last forever, keep me up
Late at night, tell me it's alright
I believe her, I don't question she who knows me best
I know you wouldn't either
Something happened when I see her
It's right out of a fairytale
Got some shit she goin' through it
It's something that she handle well
Life a bitch but she my bitch
Gold Rollie and it's timeless yea

Get your money (Get your money)
Fuck 'em all (Fuck 'em all)
Every day, could be gone tomorrow
What if it's gone tomorrow? (What if it's gone tomorrow?)
Get your money (Get your money)
Fuck 'em all (Fuck 'em all)
Get your money (Get your money)
Fuck 'em all (Fuck 'em all)
Every day, could be gone tomorrow
Every day, could be gone tomorrow
So get your money (So get your money)
Fuck 'em all (Fuck 'em all)

We all wanna know what to do in this world when it seems there's nothing left
And we dream just to dream but we don't know exactly how to get there yet
And we all wanna know what to do in this world when it seems there's nothing left
And we dream just to dream but we don't know exactly how to get there yet

Get your money (Get your money)
Fuck 'em all (Fuck 'em all)
Every day, could be gone tomorrow
What if it's gone tomorrow? (What if it's gone tomorrow?)
Get your money (Get your money)
Fuck 'em all (Fuck 'em all)
Get your money (Get your money)
Fuck 'em all (Fuck 'em all)
Every day, could be gone tomorrow
Every day, could be gone tomorrow
So get your money (So get your money)
Fuck 'em all (Fuck 'em all)

 

[fox69]

"Funeral"

"Funeral"


I know what happens to you, me and everyone else when they supposedly die. It's this passage around the great loop

This music go with my funeral
Music go with my funeral

Shit, I was raised inside this pretty city
Riding through, you probably miss me
My bicycle fell, I hit the road, the mailman almost hit me
All this sins be more than shitty, I just pray the lord forgive me
Doing drugs is just a war with boredom but they sure to get me
My side-bitch is sorta pretty, but she got enormous titties
Know I'm worth a fortune, she just want a brand new Porsche or Bentley
Had a few abortions, unfortunately I forced them
Lord knows I turn a child to an orphan when I'm torn
I'm more than what I think of myself, I really have to be
Sit at home and drink, my thoughts harassing me
Actually, as a matter of fact, she ain't getting back to me
A shame that my tragedy, my masterpiece, yeah

Trapped inside these dreams of mine
Just trying to get some peace of mind
Yea, I've been trapped inside these dreams of mine
So you'll never get a piece of mind

[Hook:]
It's the last day of my life
Party like it's the last day of your life
This the motherfucking last day of my life
Party like it's the last day of your life

See we swallowed in this web of lies, never try to exercise
You used to be a fantasy but now I guess it's televised
I heard the legends never died, Otis lonely hella mind [?]
There never was a better time to better myself
Forever I melt and float away like waves in the ocean
Staring inside of Heaven's eyes - the gates will never open
I'm smoking on these field of hope, waiting till this deal gets closed
I keep getting hotter, but all I seem to feel is cold
Twenty-two don't feel so old, but I think I'm 82
You mean to tell me God took 7 days and all he made was you?
I'm out here with the kangaroos, making danger, break the rules
Celebrate my date of birth with acid, get the days confused
Happiness I take from you, searching for the naked truth
I'm not awake, I'm in a lake, I'll swim away with you
Bitch, check out the butterfly
If you the truth then what the fuck am I?
Yea

[Hook]

So where are you going?
Where are you headed?
Where are you going?
Can I come? Can I come?

 

[fox69]

"Futuristic Funk"

"Futuristic Funk"


[Intro]
Yeah, and it goes like..
Hey hey hey hey
And I tell them fuck you, if you hatin
So fuck you, we makin money bitch
That's really all I gotta say
Im'ma just start rapping and SHUT THE FUCK UP
Bloaw

[Verse 1]
I said they actin like they better but they ain't ever been the shit
Hows it feel to have a hundred thousand people on ya dick?
Well, it feels good, homie you should probably try it
If you never rocked a sold out show then keep quiet
I gets busy on a track, workin double time
Tryna find a foreign pussy just to put my tongue inside
I be on top of the charts, your just an underline
Tearin through the streets all these haters n suckers run inside
Furious, fool probably wanna come and stomp me out
Mad they got a girl, and I'm all that bitch talks about
Be gettin money since I walked around my fathers house
That dads be cop and search when I come and take their daughters out
Paper comes in large amounts, I'm eatin like i should
Surf n terf shit sink my teeth in something good
They mad I ain't hood
Naww I came to party hard
Your grillin at me but I smile back, bitch party hard

[Chorus]
Cmon down, grab your girlfriend down, make her spin around
Ain't no other motherfucker get the people this well
What you want? some futuristic funk
Tell me what you want, a lil futuristic funk
We those kids gettin cheese on some cheetos shit
Just fuckin for the night then we leave that bitch
So what you want? some futuristic funk
Tell me what you want, a lil futuristic funk

[Verse 2]
Hey hey
So you probably heard I rap a ton, havin fun
Never have I had a gun
Vomit when I spit like I devoured something bad for lunch
Tryna firgure out the way to get me rich, I have a hunch
Like velma up or scoobydoo, confusing like a rubix cube
Usually dont do this I be stupid just a nuisance
All you seem to hear about I'm in ya ear: q-tip
Yeah that's dude sick, sleeve with a few tricks
Breath in a huge splif, weed come in two zips
You like it when i burn it like a furnace
When the erb hits
Like it cuz I only smokin good baby turnips
Bitch I'm fallin from the sky like bird shit
Makin movies everywhere I go, call me Ernest

[Chorus]
Cmon down, grab your girlfriend down, make her spin around
Ain't no other motherfucker get the people this well
What you want? some futuristic funk
Tell me what you want, a lil futuristic funk
We those kids gettin cheese on some cheetos shit
Just fuckin for the night then we leave that bitch
So what you want? some futuristic funk
Tell me what you want, a lil futuristic funk

Like Uh, like uhhh.

 

[fox69]

"Gees"
(feat. Schoolboy Q)

"Gees"
(feat. Schoolboy Q)



[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Ig'nant-ass white kid
But I'm still bicycling and recycling
And I'm still eating Gummy Bear vitamins
All my bitches taking Vicodin, huffing nitrogen
Hyper than Williams' middle son,
Since I was a little one, moms had to put me on the Ritalin
Made a swisher run, crack the 40 then I lit a blunt
Told Chuck I had a couple raps, so we kicked the drums
All the best rappers are usually dead
But I'm the poison that left a widow Juliet
In the studio with candles lit and Buddha heads
Coming up with all the coldest shit, take your Sudafed
Contagious, speaking while sedated
God shit, make 'em want to add a couple pages to the Bible
I ain't got nothing left in my will 'cept
Throw it all in the casket, it's mine still
I need some backpack cast raps
Took a break just to kill the game half-ass
Set some rat traps, went to take a cat nap, woke up
Threw the dead bodies in the trash bags
Act polite, but I'm nasty on the mic
Your bitch don't want my dick, then she has to be a dyke
Slap her but she like it, tell me, "Master, feed my pipe"
I'm the Scotch on the Rocks, you the Appletini type
Bitch

[Hook: Mac Miller]
Suck my dick before I slap you with it
Gees
Bitch, suck my dick before I slap you with it
Gees

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Still fucking with these hoes, though
Ozo on these doppelgänger Jojos
Take a bitch to Soho for some Froyo
Tell her she gon' blow it, Romo
And now I'm out in Cali like Tone-Lōc
Young boy, but I'm chilling with some grown folk
No joke, most dope, you just bold smoke
How much coke you got to sell to make a boat float?
Hit 'em, hit 'em 'til they tell me "No more."
I'm a highly difficult ropes course
Pulling up to Rome on a chrome gold horse
Say "What's up?" to the Pope, pull off in a Porsche
Who you kidding? Your flow's warshed
I ain't in the street but I grew you from the porch
I been had hoes, I play sports
Her ass out the bottom of her shorts

[Hook: Mac Miller]
Suck my dick before I slap you with it
Gees
Bitch, suck my dick before I slap you with it
Gees

[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]
Black James Bond in a white shaft
Turned my daughter to a queen, turned a dollar to a dream
Flashy as high beams, smoking on good weed
Something from kush seeds, the only strand to smoke for us OGs
I'm rich car service, no car keys
First class flight, 'bout to land on a new bitch
She fuck me and swallowed every homie I came with
MCM bag and nigga, bet some weed in it
200 dollars worth of Backwoods, we all living
Brought the gangsters back to bucket hat, how real is that?
I'm getting money, rub my tummy, that's my baller sack
Put a million in a safe in case I get a case
Faggot-ass judge hating on me cause my money straight
Dropped 10 racks in all 50 states
Gon' name my next tour Million-Man March
Make a nun throw it back while I pull her scarf
She gave me head, my nuts touched her cross, boss

[Outro: Mac Miller]
Suck my dick before I slap you with it

 

[fox69]

"Get 'em Up"

"Get 'em Up"


[Chorus:]
If you in the ride turn the volume real high,
If you tryna feel the vibe throw your hands up in the sky
Motherfucker get em up up up up up up
Get em up up up up up up [x2]

[Verse 1:]
The wheels stay spinnin on the civic boy I'm always on the move
When you grindin all the time there's alot of shit to do
That's why I got Q cus he keeps me on the routine
I be 2 ski tryna kick it like Bruce Lee
Clean shoes boy new feet, and I'm never in the car with only 2 seats
I got a whip full of people all fresh call em 10 deep... motherfuckers we the future like next week.
Young people don't see you as an equal they just see you at the [?] tryna send you back to preschool
You only gettin one shot no redo,
Tell them haters keep they mouth shut, eat glue,
Bitch, who the fuck you playin with,
I'm Justin Bieber meet Jadakiss,
Here to take what [?] treat em all like Taylor Swift,
Leave em in a daze all like what day is it
Yeah the boy got class no camberidge,
Fresher than your man girl but whiter than a plate of grits
They keep wantin more I'm they favorite dish,
It's me motherfuckers I ain't changin shit

[Chorus:]
If you in the ride turn the volume real high,
If you tryna feel the vibe throw your hands up in the sky
Motherfucker get em up up up up up up
Get em up up up up up up [x2]

[Verse 2:]
Hey, I gotta brand new phone rockin brand new clothes,
Leavin every single party with a brand new ho,
Yea I've done a little travin circlin the globe
Always keep it movin [?] showin these hos,
Boy I'm a asshole girls call him a douchebag,
This some old school shit but no boombah,
This ain't new swag... it's the same ol me,
The youngin get respect from the games OGs,
The cameras flashin when we passin so we stay low key,
Go to Mexico to party where the pesos be,
On a turnpike bitch and your tank on E,
With my head out the window screamin Get Like Me,
Ho, you should know the way I roll,
Take a couple shots and superman these hos,
Yoo, ain't nothin with ya wack rap,
Used to be the class clown now I get the last laugh

[Chorus:]
If you in the ride turn the volume real high,
If you tryna feel the vibe throw your hands up in the sky
Motherfucker get em up up up up up up
Get em up up up up up up [x2]

 

[fox69]

"Get It On The Floor"

"Get It On The Floor"


Y'all ain't doin' jack shit, just a buncha has beens
What the fuck happened? why you stop rappin?
Huh?
I'm the future, tryna ball like a hoopa
Attack a beat like a cougar, rouga [?]
Who da... dude that wanna come and talk shit
I'm so fly, high up in my cock pit
The tapes comin' boy wait until I drop it
It's some hot shit I know you gon cop it
It's like tha carter 3 mixed with da chronic (classic)
Plus some big l and nas hits
I tell em watch this, start spittin out rockets
Light a beat up like some fiber optics
Pause... you ain't seen this yet kid
Ressurectin this dmx diff
On tracks I be doin them bmx flips
Sex chicks and move on up to the next bitch
Big like texas don't mess with tha freshest
Yeah I spin electric my set is the best
In the PA, country, continent, the world
Cryin lil bitches I ain't startin with u girls
It's Mac (it's Mac) It's Mac jump back
Dumb raps and my lungs is black
Uhh yeah it's mac, say it again
Chest collapse when you takin it in
I'm playin to win spittin it right
We just a couple a kids livin the life
And I'm stayin sharp like the end of a knife
And ya girl come to me cause u ain't hittin it right

Haha ay yo that's how it go down, don't even need a hook for this shit know what I'm sayin?
I'm just keep on spittin let this camera keep rollin' and shit

Lesson, if you wanna play with da kid
See don't come bull shittin sayin you spit
Say you, up and comin but just buggin
I don't rap for the stacks I rap cause I rap
And mac be the cat with the haze and the dro
Games for the doe I'm the next up to blow
Stretchin the flows I'm that all white
Yeahh
And spark mic's like a shark bite
You as bright, bout as bright as a car light
Hahaa
And you ain't tight you just all right
I'm as nice as a calm night
Chillin with some broads bout as raw as a bar fight
Cannon on me any more the base bumpin through tha floor
Make veterans feel like they ain't did it before
I'm a black belt bitch get ya ass kicked
My weed bomb you could smell it through the plastic
Take a whiff, please all ya senses
In this rap shit they call me God's apprentice 'cause
They say the kid got the hardest sentence
Feelin like a pitch from Roger Clemens.

That's how it go down
You know how it is all day
Mac miller, easy mac the juke box.
Play any beat muhh fucker, I'm a murder it
Career criminal
Serial killer.

 

[fox69]

"Get Up!"

"Get Up!"


It's about to be a big shit poppin by the time this shit is droppin
Stoppin not an option
I'm addicted this a problem
This way of life, sex, drugs, rock and roll on the road
Feeling blessed performing for sold out shows
Who ever's talkin shit what chu know bout those
What chu know bout spittin bars and the whole crowd goes
It's unbelievable these people say I made it throwin down a lil henny
Can't believe that I don't chase it
Life goes on, days get brighter
I'm feelin like I came in with my haze no lighter
So I'm lookin for the missing piece
Goin down in history for rippin beats

Smooth game sweeter than a krispie kreme

You tune into my station hope you listenin

Turn it up and follow all my journey as I live my dream
All natural whole foods that lay you back
Have you straight chillin in a dope mood
And some shit is happy like a show tune
This a brand new world I can show you
Some people still have no clue
But they can look at all this cheese that I produce

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In the world that go round you up and you down
You in and you out
You smile and you frown
Just get up, GET UP
Get up, GET UP
Get up, GET UP
Get up, GET UP

Hey
Ayo I'm fast lane switchin
Rap game spittin
Chillin with some sour
Got a bad dame twistin
These people think I'm goofy say Mac's day trippin
Cause life a comedy like my last name griffin (WHAT)
Living for the moment
Blowin potent overloaded
And my swagger call me old spice
Yeah the kid is so nice
Smokin in the wind chillin
Duckin from the police (po-lyce)
So bright you know light
So I'm shinin like a strobe light
Leave the show with money and I always count my dough twice
Most dope general and that shit is fo life
My mama taught me well so I even treat these hoes right I'm polite
Workin in my office but no dwight
Coat white skinded no light dimness
Me who I am playing sight for these bitches
And I ain't even tryna fight with these bitches
And I don't got time to spend the night with these bitches

[Chorus]