Friends Lyrics - 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 

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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 legal battle - send your ass to David (that's my lawyer) 

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 

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Yea, Miller Mac 

(Miller Mac) 

Miller Mac, Mac Miller 

(Miller Mac) 

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 (Fuck you Kendrick!) 

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 did not 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 

Yea, Miller Mac 

(Miller Mac) 

Miller Mac, Mac Miller 

(Miller Mac) 

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 it's just 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 (It's 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 

Yea, Miller Mac 

(Miller Mac) 

Miller Mac, Mac Miller 

(Miller Mac)