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What Do You Do (feat. Sir Michael Rocks)

Mac Miller

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What Do You Do (feat. Sir Michael Rocks)

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This tambourineshake herman, I think I'm eric andreman, I think I'm louis c-kman, I think so therefore I amman, it's 8 a. mman, my mind is an emporium of cute naked hoesmy brother one of the only ones I can confide init ain't no water in the pool, go ahead and dive inI toot my horn, I blow my bugleI recycle, I say "free beluga whales" on youtubewhat do you do?okay, the pussy like trouble cause I'm in it oftena drug habit like philip hoffman will probably put me in a coffinbut down the slope in my tobogganthree day delirium, gettin' weirder than austinnow it's 7 in the morning, this rapper life is so boringstill at itthe drug absorbent, endorphin addictthe evil follow me, I got a devil magnetI know a bitch will let you fuck her for coachella passesoh so pompous the ambianceyou remind me of the lobby of the mondrianI saw you meditating, get your gandhi onif she got that stank puss then I won't be longnever lose your mind because insanity is brutallife's just like college, all you have's your noodlemirror mirror on the wall, I'm staring at a dead manme and mikey go back like bron bron's headbandswhite american, hotter from the aryannew tibetan, [?] he hated when you stare at himjumping in (the jacuzzi on) say I fuck with you the long wayI love you more than kanye love kanyeslave to the w, I don't hang with losersI'm in the suburbs doing drive-by's on razor scootersit's my first try, so I got a 3rd eyeit's work time, sell the coke to the students out in irvinecoming off the high, listening to jamiroquaiwhy we going through hell when we trying to get to paradise?it's like we ain't scared of death but we scared of lightit's like we shooting for the stars but we scared of heightsI'm in-doors, pair of gym shorts, with the sith lordwe might go bowling later, maybe play connect 4get high, fucking with the tech deckcall in local middle schools and send in some death threatshey look, when I tell you this, I mean this seriously, from the bottom of my heartI need the briefcase in 15 minutes, or everybody's finishedI love my powder white, prefer my bitches blackI'm getting lit with dash, she don't see us in the backno longer little mac, a briefcase with a million, cashoh yealet me off at the toplet me off at the toplet me off at the toplet me off at the top, we can keep riding for nowlet me off at the top, the road keeps winding aroundlet me off at the top, oh I'm high as the cloudslet me off at the top, hey motherfucker shut your fuckin' mouthyaa
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