[Intro: Mac Miller]
Bitch just left the crib
I thought I was going to get some pussy, but I was wrong
So I guess it’s back to making these god damn songs
Told my bitch she was right all along

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Well, it’s that motherfuckin’ magic dust
I got a bitch and her dad to plug, it’s only death after us
They used to laugh at us, fuck god and (?)
Holier than holy bitch, I’m motherfuckin’ Lazarus
Mom used to take me in the Toys-R-Us, told me pick one thing
I say the (?) are half off
I go home and jack off, we go out for sherbet
You turn around get your back crossed, that’s a curse word
Lie on ADHD tests, told the teacher I need prescription to beat stress
I just want to nut on her ABC test
I’m a makе believe, that’s a makе believe yeah
She meant that respect, is childhood neglect
In somewhere outer-space, they were lying saying he present
Nah he went left
I'm the truth, skip the news, fuck a CNN

[Pre Chorus: Michael Christmas]
Trying to do something so big, that it make my momma proud
Tired waking in the crib, mom said you smell like loud
So you better do something or we kicking your dumbass out
So if something is going to happen, then I’d rather have that right now
[Chorus: Mac Miller]
Yeah, we the live-rs
Trying to free the fly motherfucker that’s inside us
Little giants
Yeah, little giants
What’s a man to a motherfucking lion?
I ain’t lyin’

[Verse 2: Michael Christmas]
At 50, need that new Ferrari F50
Mom said she seen the blog shit and that’s nifty
To make a million dollars is the dream
If you wake me up, then guarantee you get a buck .50
Money making Mitch, money making Mickey
Family think I’m rich, think I’m being stingy
He got that (?)
Legs shaved on a new beach in Puerto Rico
Smoking in the middle of the street like it’s legal
O.B.C said n***as it’s freak show
O.D.B shimmy, shimmy yaw
Come around my momma or my pa and it’s war
Pam was a legend, he’s stronger than a sword
It was swan dive, and it’s tens across the board
Take a quick second before you tell me that you’re bored
Plot a million dollars while my n***as strike the cord
[Pre Chorus: Michael Christmas]
Trying to do something so big, that it make my momma proud
Tired waking in the crib, pops said you smell like loud
So you better do something or we kicking your dumbass out
So if something is going to happen, then I’d rather have that right now

[Chorus: Mac Miller]
Yeah, we the live-rs
Trying to free the fly motherfucker that’s inside us
Little giants
Yeah, little giants
What’s a man to a motherfucking lion?
I ain’t lyin’

[Verse 3: Mac Miller]
Yeah, it’s Mac Miller the incredible
Fuck a problem, bitch I walk in it’s a festival
You with the extras, extraterrestrial
Shine like metal, young bicentennial
We the live-rs, (?)
I get in the spot, loud as a siren
God ain't shit with no clique behind him
You sound a little rough, probably need revising
You got a death wish, it’s all Larry “Catch Fish”
Got some more more checks on my checklist
Christmas said the beat sound like breakfast
Good morning, wake up next to my ex bitch
Got to get the money, got to get the money
Got to get the money, got to, got to the money
Yeah, and we ain’t going to work for free
Seven digits, yeah that works for me
Okay