Mac Miller

[fox69]

"I Love Life, Thank You"

"I Love Life, Thank You"


Alright then, bitch
Ha, yeah, uhhhhh
A million mothafuckin' fans on that ass, biotch!
Feels amazin'!
Ladies and gentlemen, I've always been the same kid, but now I'm famous
And I ain't even have to change shit

[Verse 1]
Hey yo, they keep on sayin' this dude back, this dude back
But I don't sound like this dude, bitch I'm Mac
Now these girls all tryna suck my dick, I rap
I may let her if I'm sippin' that yak
Yeah, too fly, submarine in the sky
Can't go out in public I better get a disguise
It's better to be yourself, don't ever just slip a lie
While I'm drivin' with the top down, listenin' to Plies
Chicken wings and fries, I'm in love with all the simple things
Little things, soldiers be around always bickering
I got some money, threw some diamonds on a pinky ring
That's why your favorite girl probably on my ding a ling
Teeth blunts with peanut, standin' on a tree stump
Rappers need to keep up, my bitches double D cup
She fucks, but she ain't no slut and she know that
She freeze up, livin' in the moment get a Kodak
Hold that, wait for it to flash, get the picture
I ain't doing much, just out on this adventure
Bus around the country, but I'm travelin' the world
With all these rappers that be hating like I'm battlin' with girls

[Hook]
Hey yo this where the hook be
But I ain't got no hook you pussy
I said this where the hook be
But bitch I ain't got a fucking hook you pussy
Yeah bitch, that could be a hook
You know what I'ma rap
If it's OK with y'all
And you can tell me if it was nice

[Verse 2]
Hey yo I kinda want a fur coat, kinda want a grill
She met me at the party, now she kinda want to chill
I ain't on no pills, just a little weed, molly, and lean
Yeah I did a couple drugs, now they callin' me Sheen
This was all a dream just a week ago, now I got a heap of dough
I keep a ho, that always got some weed to roll
All these rappers wack but I don't ever see 'em close
The illest mothafucka in it we don't need to vote
Cause I don't give a fuck what y'all think
And I don't give a fuck what that dude on that blog think
Yeah I seen hay, been to court in 3 states
Had to deal with cheapskates, who always want a free play
You hold the weight of the world, I bet your knees break
Put my dick in a bitch hand, keepsake
You can't keep that, fuck off my case
You can keep some residue if I bust on your face
I'm just playin', mistakin' this Asian
Always been amazin', since days I've been hangin'
In ancient places, now the kid famous
And he ain't even have to change shit, biatch!

A million motherfuckin' fans
Just want to take a second to thank y'all, you feel me?
Thanks for fuckin' with the kid from day one
You know what I'm saying, Blue Slide Park November 8th
I'll see y'all then alright
Chyaa

Suck my dick
Hahahahaha
We should keep that
Ohh shit it worked again! Biotch!
So I just threw this fuckin' mixtape together cause I love y'all
How nice am I?

 

[fox69]

"I'll Be There"
(feat. Phonte)

"I'll Be There"
(feat. Phonte)



[Phonte:]
Sunshine or rain, I'll be there
For the good times or bad, I'll be there
Sunshine or rain, I'll be there
For the good times or bad, I'll be there

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
See I was 6 years old with a dream, when my mums told me I can do anything
Said she'd be there forever, no matter what's the weather
She'd always have my back even when we weren't together
And I took her for granted, thought I had a plan
This a different generation, I don't think you'd understand
In the quest to be a man, you start to learn you need your family
It wasn't for them, I'd be way closer to insanity
It ain't about the vanity, think bout what's important
The reason I was 6 years old rocking some Jordans
The reason I had food, my own damn room
A TV and a living room to watch my cartoons
I just hope she know I love her, the World's best mother
Yeah ain't fair, so I'm a take care of her and her gray hair
When I get rich, I'll have her living how she should be
No stress, no worries, you can call me cause it's...

[Phonte:]
Sunshine or rain, I'll be there
For the good times or bad, I'll be there
Sunshine or rain, I'll be there
For the good times or bad, I'll be there

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Hey, hey, hey
Dear mama, please don't start to cry
You the reason I'm alive how these years have gone by
You were there when I was on my first bike riding in the street
That delivery truck almost ran right over me
You were at my games when I was sitting on the bench
When I skipped school, you lied saying I was home sick
Had my back before I had my own
I know I'm always welcome when I'm back at home
I just wanna bring you out on stage to get a standing ovation
All the work you did to make my life feel like a vacation
If you have your moms, you better treat her right
Call her up, say "wassup" before you sleep tonight
Tell her you love her and thank her for what she did
You may be grown now but remember being a kid when she fed you, shit
You were her baby, so find out what she doing lately, uh
I wanna tell you momma...

[Phonte:]
Sunshine or rain, I'll be there
For the good times or bad, I'll be there
Sunshine or rain, I'll be there
For the good times or bad, I'll be there

 

[fox69]

"I'm Not Real"
(feat. Earl Sweatshirt)

"I'm Not Real"
(feat. Earl Sweatshirt)



[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Passport, filling it up with stamps
Set a camp up on my land, swam the rivers of Japan
She keep on asking for a rack so I ran
Looking back, like you can't see who I am
Think my bitch don't know me no more
Cause every time she's sad I can't console her no more
If money buy you love, then love's not enough
So tell my why you on your knees crying to the floor
If you had the chance, would you take the time you need to make it right?
The clouds are gray but would you pay the price to paint them white?
Might have a baby on the way, cause I been going in raw
It feels better, that real pleasure
I'm not real, I think I never was
I get a rush every time she let me get a touch
I need to feel that (love)
I need to feel that (pain)
My garden hasn't been growing so can you bring that (rain)
I keep my head up (high)
A little fed up (lies)
They always tell me where my mind is on this LP
I don't exist
Hieroglyphics
Pyrotechnics
Metaphysics
Telekinetics put 50k on my credit card
Looking for answers, I'm searching but I ain't getting far
Let's get it on, I'm real like Tenenbaums in Lebanon
Decepticons, hit it 'til my head is gone

[Hook: Earl Sweatshirt]
Point me to the road, and I'ma run it
Bloodhound with my nose to the money
Ain't fucking with these hoes
Getting duckets 'til I die
While my foes busy running, fuck it
Marijuana smoke in my stomach, toast it in public
Head in the clouds, my toes in the struggle
Like who didn't test yet? Test this
Few new rules in effect, bitch

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
See this a rather spooky action movie
Roll it up and pass it to me
Hashing booty, absolutely, smack a groupie acting bougie
See a creature, ass beauty
Need a feature, rather shoot me
Truly bitches must have them bad jeans in bag of Coogi
Had to do these rapper tunes to let 'em know the trap is booming
Past the views of Catholic schoolers, fact, but you in fact assuming
Back to doing cash pursuing
Posted up like Patrick Ewing
Rapper fuser, sad if you would battle for a stack or two
These eloquent, irrelevant sentences show my penmanship
Indefinite boundaries, show you the end of it
Don't forget you infested in nasty crevices
Allowing birds to fall to their death before they even fly
He and I are not the same
Doctor, doctor, please prescribe me something for the pain
Money in machines, those will make you change
If I go tomorrow, I just hope it ain't in vain
But I can't complain

[Hook: Earl Sweatshirt]
Point me to the road, and I'ma run it
Bloodhound with my nose to the money
Ain't fucking with these hoes
Getting duckets 'til I die
While my foes busy running, fuck it
Marijuana smoke in my stomach, toast it in public
Head in the clouds, my toes in the struggle
Like who didn't test yet? Test this
Few new rules in effect, bitch

 

[fox69]

"I'm Outside"

"I'm Outside"



Do you mind if we smoke this blunt outside?
Cause' it's nice out and we could get high
Feel the sun shinin' and I'm feelin right
We outside, We outside (Hey, Hey, Hey)

I wake up, throw on some clothes and out the door I won't be back
My shinin' sun horizon settin up a lovely backdrop
My life's a topic of a lullabye
(Ah) A breath of fresh air, is something right
I don't wanna be inside today,
Just keep it rollin like we ridin' skates
I got a happy of haze.
I'm thinkin we gon' get high today,
And let the sun shine all in my face.

Oh yeah this life is good, don't let it all go to waste
Just walk outside the door to get your mom off your case.
Yeah, free livin', I swear, I be on some hippie shit.
But gettin way fresher than the hippies is.

I got the, the gift of gab, somethin that you wish you had,
Don't even get a strap naw I'd rather kick a rap
Enjoy the place that you livin' at stay around
We just some kids and this world is a playground

Do you mind if we smoke this blunt outside?
Cause' it's nice out and we could get high
Feel the sun shinin' and I'm feelin right
We could post outside for the night

Do you mind if we smoke this blunt outside?
Cause' it's nice out and we could get high
Oh yeah the sun shinin' and I'm feelin right
We outside, outside

When I be on some kid shit, gon take my shorty on a picnic
And everyday feelin like it's Christmas
The kinda weather had by people livin' so priviledged
I know the Lord Take, today he was tryna giveth

Hey, hey, ey, rich or poor, a sunny day a sunny day,
We start the madness as soon as we hit the month of May,
Rain, Rain, Go away, Waitin for my homie Mr. Sun to come our way.

Little kids runnin' through the streets playin,
Papi on the porch he ain't got time to waste it.
He's just a old man in the sea, Ernest Hemmingway,
Elevate, look up in the sky starin Heaven Space.
Second grade, holdin down the corner slangin' lemonade,
Everyday hustlin', you ridin' down penny lane.
You ain't gonna get a day like this,
So put the rest of your troubles with that goodnight kiss

Do you mind if we smoke this blunt outside?
Cause' it's nice out and we could get high
Feel the sun shinin' and I'm feelin right
We could post outside for the night

Do you mind if we smoke this blunt outside?
Cause' it's nice out and we could get high
Oh yeah the sun shinin' and I'm feelin right
We outside, outside

Do you mind if we smoke this blunt outside?
Cause' it's nice out and we could get high
Feel the sun shinin' and I'm feelin right
We could post outside for the night

Do you mind if we smoke this blunt outside?
Cause' it's nice out and we could get high
Oh yeah the sun shinin' and I'm feelin right
We outside, outside

 

[fox69]

"I'm Ready"

"I'm Ready"



A-yo! I'm ready for whatever this world brings to me
I'm ready for the night, I'm ready for tomorrow
Whatever's after that you know what I'm saying, let's go
We stay fly new clothes on smoking on that drake till I'm so far gone I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
Baby girl you fly but we got away let's take a drive by need to get away I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
Ain't a damn thing change I'm happy to get away shawty's in the morning she's grabbing on me to stay
I'm ready for the next day, just text me, she said I hit it out the park like feinway
Aye it's just one nights work after stay up late and sleeping in my shirt
Girl I gotta leave now I need to get to work I'm a young heart breaker believe me it's a curse
Hey I stay focused cause the money comes first, but my real life situations I throw em in the verse
That's the formula of the truth it's more than what I do I'm exploring it for the proof
Who am I? Mother fucker who are you? Don't be asking questions you should know the answer to,
You should know my name don't forget me bout to take over the game I'm ready
We stay fly new clothes on smoking on that drake till I'm so far gone I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
Baby girl you fly but we got away let's take a drive by need to get away I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
Uh yeah I'm ready to have the glory I'm ready to have the name, I'm ready to have the fortune, I'm ready to have the fame
When I get up in the game it's never gon be the same, those to dumb to notice tell em to use their brain
I spend a whole day on the cloud firetrucks comin through tryin to get me down
Mom say she proud cause I'm stickin to my dreams, get myself out to big and better things
It's the high life boy I live the fly life honey's want my number cause I rhyme nice, ain't that some shit she gave her girl the camera sayin can we have a pic, click so let us speak a thousand words shawty says she want me cause I'm down to earth, aha tell gravy you won't forget me cause I'm headed to the top, I'm ready
We stay fly new clothes on soakin on that drake till I'm so far gone I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
Baby girl you fly but we got away let's take a drive by need to get away I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready

 

[fox69]

"Ignorant"
(feat. Cam'ron)

"Ignorant"
(feat. Cam'ron)



[Intro:]
Uhh, this that motherfuckin' millionaire music you feel me?
Cheuh

[Hook: x2]
You can't believe it, it's ridiculous, belligerent
Oh my bad I'm just killin' shit, I'm killin' shit
A girl a girl, a bitch a bitch, a bitch a bitch
Smart dude, we gettin' ignorant, that's ignorant

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Hey, so I just bought another Rolie and that shit is Goldie Hawn
Better get it before it's gone because my shop been open long
I stay smokin' on that strong, I'm smokin' on that strong
Then go and take a hand full of drugs what the fuck is goin' on?
Bein' rich, well, thats fun as hell
These bitches come like they under spells
Yo Mr. Jobs you see I'm a Mac, but I'm rollin' deep like Adele
I'm Robert Downey Jr., you more like Steve Carell
So get smart, no head starts, put a Lion on a Gazelle
You tryna to rhyme because you idolize but I design for myself
But it's hard to find these bars of mine, so Columbine your self
I don't hate ya bitch, just fakin' rich, I get paper like RJ Camberidge
I'm best friends with my banker shit, gave her fifty racks just to make a wish
Brand new crib I'm paintin' it, half a mil just paid for it
No thanksgiving paradin' it, but we marchin' like the Saint's came in
So run and hide, eyes open wide because this will be your jam
Just burn a dutch and turn it up as I pass it off to Cam (damn!)

I got that Mac with me (huh... huh)
I got that Mac with me (huh... huh)
I got that Mac with me (huh... huh)

[Hook: x2]
You can't believe it, it's ridiculous, belligerent
Oh my bad I'm just killin' shit, I'm killin' shit
A girl a girl, a bitch a bitch, a bitch a bitch
Smart dude, we gettin' ignorant, that's ignorant

[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
I got that Mac with me
Yo, we never met before but there will be a mess for sure
When I was a baby my crib, was Mom's dresser drawer
Infared, blastin' guns, duckin' shots, another K, another tank
Another Glock, they smokin' weed, shipping E, crushin' rocks
Forget the Porsche they want your baby mother's box
And you pamper honey, word he pamper honey
And she sucking d! ck for formula and Pamper money
And a real thug don't play that, laid back where the mac and the K at
Yayo turned to the straight crack, Maybach black with a gat won't say jack, say jack, say jack...

I got that Mac with me (huh... huh)
I got that Mac with me (huh... huh)
I got that Mac with me (huh... huh)

[Hook:]
You can't believe it, it's ridiculous, belligerent
Oh my bad I'm just killin' shit, I'm killin' shit
A girl a girl, a bitch a bitch, a bitch a bitch
Smart dude, we gettin' ignorant, that's ignorant

I got that Mac with me

 

[fox69]

"In The Air"

"In The Air"


[Hook]
I don't think they know it yet, but I do, I do
And if you fuckin' with it then you my dude, my dude
We always down to dap or give a pound to those who got their thumbs in the air

[Verse 1]
Hey, everything good right now
Little bit of money make your boy ride down
Thinking I could probably figure out my style on a stage
Looking at a big high crowd
They go insane when I run out the stage
Cause we don't give a fuck, don't need to act our age, hey
When I'm old I'ma spend my days, layin' with my girl on the beach in the shade
Have every single thing I can name
Thank god everyday I don't sleep in the rain
Blessed with some success so I'ma try my best to
Live my life right, when I see God he'll be impressed 'cause
I've been on my grind, thinking I'll be fine if I take my time
Working so hard I might break my spine
So all yall goin' see this face of mine
There's different ways to shine
I'ma find my own, know when I disappear
I'ma find my way back home 'cause...

[Hook]
I don't think they know it yet, but I do, I do
And if you fuckin' with it then you my dude, my dude
We always down to dap or give a pound to those who got their thumbs in the air

[Verse 2]
Days go by and I think that I
Maybe going crazy, maybe loose my mind
Looking at a constellation
Me and God have a conversation
Got a nine sorry about the lingo
Just kick it in the cut playing bingo
I be all over the beat like Ringo
Look sweet honey bee gonna sting though
I'm here, wanna do my thang
You can roll no matter who you bring
Like your wifey wanna loose that ring
I don't pay her no mind, I just want, I just want, I just want the paper
Bring the games a little more flavor
Say wat up, take a flick with a hater
Throwing a deuce like see you later,
That's funny, all I really want is a little cash money
Then life is gonna be so sweet, nah it ain't a hotel, nah it ain't a hotel,
I'm next, shhhh, don't tell

[Hook x2]
I don't think they know it yet, but I do, I do
And if you fuckin' with it then you my dude, my dude
We always down to dap or give a pound to those who got their thumbs in the air

 

[fox69]

"In The Bag"

"In The Bag"


[Mac Miller & Domo Genesis:]
Driving in my car, Sunday afternoon, chillin'
Who is coming up to my car? What?
I know niggas think you white and you not bout to go in with these bars, my nigga, but that is not the truth.
Word to God I take another shot of Hennessy if you don't go in right now and meet your fate right now, bruh
What the fu...

Okay, okay
Yeah, the hustle continues, man
Okay, okay
(You's a wild motherfucker, Mac)

So this the music that made white people mad
Yeah, this the shit to blow your speakers out
This the shit you dream about
You can know the world is up for grabs
Leave with everything cause everything is in the bag

When I was younger, I was just a little wild motherfucker
Tryna be like all the people on television
They had all the bitches that I wanted, all the cars and all the extras
Anything money could buy, they was spending millions
I was tryna get to pimping, I was tryna blow up talking demolition
That boy got the devil in him, swear he need an exorcism
I'm all by myself, got no competition
Keep it real in a world that's filled with politicians
You want to talk about your problems
Don't you wish the life you lived was motherfucking awesome
Don't you wish you had all the pussy, too much money you could spend
You could get away and never see your shitty life again

So this the music that made white people mad
Yeah, this the shit to blow your speakers out
This the shit you dream about
You can know the world is up for grabs
Leave with everything cause everything is in the bag

We never done with this shit
Here we come with that shit
I ain't stressing, I ain't worried bout nothing, don't trip
It's amazing all the shit that I be coming up with
Shit is real, tell 'em chill
Keep on bumping my shit

All my life I been a fuck up, never did anything right
That's why everyday I'm fucked up
Momma pray to Jesus Christ (Jesus Christ)
Asking somebody to save me (Somebody save that boy)
But I'm way too motherfucking crazy (No one can save that boy)
All the kids is doing drugs (Drugs)
They just want to break the law and find someone to fuck
(They wanna find someone to fuck)
Nobody doing as they told (Little bad ass kids)
Everyone out of control (Fuck it, that's just how it is)
I'm self made, dream came true, I'm a miracle
Every time I put my dick inside a bitch, it’s spiritual
Got the whip that say wealthy on my steering wheel
Brand new model bitch made me waffles and some cereal
That's what I call a good morning
Your mom work an extra job just to get you Jordans
Just so you could show up at your school looking fresh saying
"I don't know 'bout you, but me, I'm important" (I'm so gorgeous)
You got money in your pocket, you the shit
You got everything you want and bitches on your dick
Yeah, a couple grand got you feeling like the man
Everybody walking tall til they trip
They just cut the check, you had to go and cop the whip
Drive up to your ex's crib and tell her she ain't shit
There's just something about the money, make a motherfucker crazy
When I die, bury me in my Mercedes, God damn

So this the music that made white people mad
Yeah, this the shit to blow your speakers out
This the shit you dream about
You can know the world is up for grabs
Leave with everything cause everything is in the bag

We never done with this shit
Here we come with that shit
I ain't stressing, I ain't worried bout nothing, don't trip
It's amazing all the shit that I be coming up with
Shit is real, tell 'em chill
Keep on bumping my shit

[Mac Miller & ScHoolboy Q:]
Bumping my shit
Bumping my shit
Bumping my shit
Bumping my shit

 

[fox69]

"Inside Outside"

"Inside Outside"


Yeah, yeah
Shoulda died already
I shoulda died already, shit
I shoulda died already
Came in, I was high already
Everybody trippin' and my mind ain't steady
From my sin, shoulda been crucified already
Why the fuck you need me?
Don't you know how to fly already?
Try and tell you that it ain't real
Tell 'em, find that Yeti
Oh, motherfucker!
And it all go down right now
I never been so ready
All my homies philosophers
Yea, all my homies philosophers
Now I don't need nobody, I would love somebody though
Don't you ever get it fucked up
Everybody wanna be God
Beside God, he wanna be like us
We never sleep too much, beat that pussy up
She gonna need that trust
Never see me on the street too much but
On the inside, I'm outside, all the time
Tryna stay away from that electric shock
That electric shock, I'm outside

 

[fox69]

"Insomniak"
(feat. Rick Ross)

"Insomniak"
(feat. Rick Ross)



[Intro: Sample]
Think for yourself and you'll find out that a lot of those so-called authorities are bullshit

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
I'm the mothafuckin' greatest, y'all don't know that yet
I don't need your money, you can hold that check
At the crib in some Polo sweats
I don't need a ho, that's what the hoes don't get
I'm on my worst behavior
Bad side piece with the perfect flavor
Mothafuckas never loved us
Comin' for your money, mothafucka, don't trust us
You ain't shit
Bought a brand new crib, yeah, I move that brick
I don't want nothin' with your doo-doo clique
Treat her like a dog, how I do that bitch
Done doin' promo
And it's still mothafuckin' Most Dope
Made a couple million off a brand, mothafucka
We ain't even got a logo
Bitch, you better have my money
(I stay feelin' myself)
I don't see anybody but me
(Man I'm killin' myself)
And this shit too real
See a mothafucka like me gettin' money
How does it feel?
Already been, but I'm back for more
Insomniac, I don't know what I got a mattress for
Insomniac, I don't know what I got a mattress for
Don't sleep!

[Hook: Mac Miller]
I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin' insomniac
(Don't try to sneak around me)
I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin' insomniac
(So don't try, don't try to sneak around me)
I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin' insomniac
I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin' insomniac
(Oh, hello Q)

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Yeah, yeah, said, said I'm a maniac, craziac, same thing
I might need to cave the fact
Chain reactions happen when I make a pact
A psycho, God made me that
Cause I fade to black and gets down like a plane attack
You mothafuckas just made me lap
Ha ha, God damnit, safety drill, do not panic
Let me see how loud you scream (AHHH!)
I'm off the map, mothafuckas start lookin'
But they're never gonna see where I be
She only speak French
Said "Bitch look, don't try and speak around me"
I don't sleep at all
If you with that bullshit, I don't wanna be involved, shit
I could make a million puttin' my lyrics on a tee
Fearless, Jet Li, fourth quarter, Gretzky
Take your bitch, Joe Pesci, don't test me
Don't flex if you don't got shit on me
And you ain't got shit on me, come get it
(Come get it, come, come get it, come)
Drawer full of fresh whites
Snow bag full of unleaded
I don't get enough credit
Don't sleep!

[Interlude: Rick Ross]
(M-M-M-M-M-M)
They've done fucked up, han?
The biggest bezzle, han?
The don, Ricky Farrakhan
(M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music)

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
My weed burnin', my chain glitter
He's self made, Mac Miller my real nigga
Fuck who don't like, bitch come see me
Fuck who don't like, hitta, hitta, hitta
Gettin' money so complicated
I'm the shit, I'm constipated
Yo baby momma, straight G
Let me use the crib to mail all the weed
California, Atlanta
White girl in the black Phantom
My top down, mid-December
Ride with a big black fat nigga
Krispy Kreme, then it's chicken wings
Introduce you to different things
Jet skis and the best weed
Think it's fake? Bitch test me
I'm jetlagged, don't need a stylist
Pants sag, Jimmy Fallon
Blowin' green in the green room
Def Jam like Baous really wildin'
Yeah they hate but won't box a nigga
Bought the estate from a boxin' nigga
Paranoid, I'm walkin' 'round
I'm butt naked with my chopper, nigga
Hahahahaha
I'm butt naked with my chopper, nigga

[Hook: Mac Miller]