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Pa Nights

Mac Miller

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Pa Nights

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Hey, ten thousand dollar hands, million dollar planMy fam's still the only people that really know me for who I amDamn, got me askin' when I got this flyThe type to change because of fame, I'm just not that guyStill sippin' on my fourty when the cops drove byWhen I go, gotta tell my girl to stop, don't crySee, I, I, I been buyin' these diamondsAll designer clothes and a Benz just to drive inAutograph signin' must've got to my headFuck that, I've been the same lil' mofuckaAlways down to share my shit, melody with snare kickSo I don't give a fuck about some lames I rode the ferry withMy larynx is imperative to live, music's what I need, boyDestroy all of these fake me's, they decoysEverywhere I go, these companies give me free toysThese random strangers just treatin' me like weed? boysAyo, Pennsylvania nights, nine third flightsThinking to myself, where does all this go, go?No time to care, more I can shareBy now, this life is all I knowSo this is all I know, this is all I knowTaught myself to walk, then got up and took flightBullshit's always gonna be bullshitSo make a toast to the good lifeTen thousand dollar hands, billion dollar planListenin' to jams while I'm sittin' in my vanThis is who I am, wrote these lyrics on my DNA codeHappy as hell, MDMA, yoFuck a job, there ain't no one that I call my bossWe just tryna work so we can blow up like a MollenhoffAnd it kinda wake me up like a coffee shopThinkin' bout my people who was murdered in the HolocaustGot me thankful just for life by itselfAnd there's way more people here I should be tryna to helpI wrong for spendin' money how I do, probably yesIt's just funny old people see the logo on my chestYou got ya thumb held high, we can be friendsOther people pretend, we hang out on the weekendsThese fuckers lil' bit creepy, so we just leave themSay get some rest, when I die, I'mma sleep inAyo, Pennsylvania nights, nine third flightsThinking to myself, where does all this go, go?No time to care, more I can shareBy now, this life is all I knowSo this is all I know, this is all I knowTaught myself to walk, then got up and took flightBullshit's always gonna be bullshitSo make a toast to the good lifeAyo, Pennsylvania nights, nine third flightsThinking to myself, where does all this go, go?No time to care, more I can shareBy now, this life is all I knowSo this is all I know, this is all I knowTaught myself to walk, then got up and took flightBullshit's always gonna be bullshitSo make a toast to the good lifeDigo Yukio - @_digopanda
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