[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 leave, we'll battle - send your ass to David.
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.
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 didn't 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 bitches 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 (Its 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]