Girl I don't wanna share you (Echo) We could be together But you scared to I ain't gonna leave you (Echo) My peoples tell me that should, but I need
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
Chorus: If you in the ride turn the volume real high, If you tryna feel the vibe throw your hands up in the sky motherf**** get em up up up up up up
hand it off and it's runnin' back Ayo you fuck wit dat Uh you gotta fuck wit dat You in love wit dat Look, Uh Mac Miller Takin' sips from the fountain
Hey, Kool-Aid and frozen pizza It's a work of art, I ain't talking Mona Lisa Dream of rocking crowds See me filling up arenas This weed got me laughing
Recently it seems like wherever we go the drinks stay cold when we coolin coolin and being broke starts to get a little old My money had to get some fine
records in this bitch thank yall for tunin in what up E let me do what i do most dope, thumbs up, pittsburgh what up taylor gang r.d, i.d labs, benji
[Chorus] And the Nikes on my feet keep my cipher complete Nike, Nike, Nike, Nike, Nike, Nike, Nike, Nike, Nikes And the Nikes on my feet keep my cipher
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
i get famous they gon' know what your name is. And no one understand what the pain is, and how the blood run numb where my veins is. I'd like to thank
I'm just high why they hatin on my people tend to think all the dranks on me i dont even have the money to spend to buy patron for you and all your friends
my bloodstream, strong how im livin And Im G'd up so now they just throwin away the kitten (it's real) I swear you hella bad the younger mac tell me
you with the mouth She gave me head with my concussion Yeah she blushin All Red Wanna Rush and go to bed You interrogate that bitch like you'd da Feds
Recently it seem like every where we go The drinks stay cold where we coolin' Being broke starts to get a little old My money had to get some fine tunin
This is gonna feel real good, alright? Most Dope Everybody please put your thumb in the air (chorus x2) 1,2,3,4 some crazy-ass kids come and knocked
(Verse 1) Ridin with the windows down Rollin thru the city Got the weed goin around & the MOST dope with me, hey Simply gettin high like its 1969 Imma
get 4rm Mac D.R.E. [Chrous:] Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. Mac D.R.E. [The Mac:] The Mac, it's wat my name, nigga
for your cause Blaming everyone for indians that fell As the checks come rolling in and the t-shirts start to sell Rage - against - the mac machine
