[Produced by Larry Fisherman] [Intro:] This tambourine Shaker [Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks] Man, I think I'm Eric Andre Man, I think I'm Louis C-K Man, I think so therefore I am Man, It's 8 A.M Man, My mind is an emporium of cute naked hoes My brother one of the only ones I can confide in It ain't no water in the pool, go ahead and dive in I toot my horn, I blow my bugle I recycle, I say "free beluga whales" on YouTube What do you do? [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Okay, the p**y like trouble cause I'm in it often A drug habit like Philip Hoffman will probably put me in a coffin But down the slope in my toboggan Three day delirium, gettin' weirder than Austin Now it's 7 in the morning, this rapper life is so boring Still at it The drug absorbent, endorphin addict The evil follow me, I got a devil magnet I know a b**h will let you f** her for coachella pa**es [Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks] Oh so pompous the ambiance You remind me of the lobby of the Mondrian I saw you meditating, get your Gandhi on If she got that stank puss then I won't be long [Verse 4: Mac Miller] Never lose your mind because insanity is brutal Life's just like college, all you have's your noodle Mirror mirror on the wall, I'm staring at a dead man Me and Mikey go back like bron bron's headbands White American, hotter from the aryan [Verse 5: Sir Michael Rocks] New Tibetan Mastiff, he hate it when you stare at him Jumping in (the jacuzzi on) say I f** with you the long way
I love you more than Kanye love Kanye [Verse 6: Mac Miller] Slave to the W, I don't hang with losers I'm in the suburbs doing drive-by's on Razor scooters It's my first try, so I got a 3rd eye It's work time, sell the coke to the students out in Irvine [Verse 7: Sir Michael Rocks] Coming off the high, listening to Jamiroquai Why we going through hell when we trying to get to paradise? It's like we ain't scared of d**h but we scared of life It's like we shooting for the stars but we scared of heights [Verse 8: Mac Miller] I'm in-doors, pair of gym shorts, with the Sith Lord We might go bowling later, maybe play Connect 4 Get high, f**ing with the Tech Deck Call in local middle schools and send in some d**h threats [Bridge: Sir Michael Rocks] Hey look, when I tell you this, I mean this seriously, from the bottom of my heart I need the briefcase in 15 minutes, or everybody's finished [Verse 9: Mac Miller] I love my powder white, prefer my b**hes black I'm getting lit with Dash, she don't see us in the back No longer little Mac, a briefcase with a million, cash Oh yea [Outro: Mac Miller & Sir Michael Rocks] Let me off at the top (x8) Let me off at the top, we can keep riding for now Let me off at the top, the road keeps winding around Let me off at the top, oh I'm high as the clouds Let me off at the top, hey motherf**er shut your f**in' mouth Yaaa