Mac Miller - Feeling Is Gone lyrics

{intro: mac miller & barry manilow} Treejay presents sour hour I just hit this weed, but uh, now it's like The feelin' is gone and i must get it back right away (haha, you know what i'm sayin'?) {verse 1: mac miller} Ah damn, think i just put out my last blunt Empty plastic bag, lookin' like i need to grab some bomb 'cause this feelin' is gone I'm comin' down off this high and the weekend is long It's full of grind, so i need to get some sh*t to ease my mind Call me corona 'cause i gotta keep that lime gap pine like {?} Without it, i'ma fall and break Chingy with the sticky, my connect is just a call away I grab the zip while we gotta smoke it all today I should be chillin', coppin' shoes at the mall with cake But i gotta keep workin' like an office space Comin' after numbers, now they callin' me deuteronomy My weed is fuel, so i need that sour diеsel Just called my dude, and in half an hour hе will hit me Billy keep the flavors of the sticky That do you like some acid, have you tripping Yeah, you know i smoke it, ya mama probably smoke it And i can guarantee obama smoke it Just hittin' l's with michelle, sh*t, i think i'm sober now Let me grab my cell and see what smokes around {interlude: mac miller, bill the kid & barry manilow} Ayo, bill Yo, what's good, mac? Yeah, i need some weed, man, i'm out Uh, alright, alright Right now Aight, man, damn Yeah, right now, i'm comin' over What you need it that bad for? Man, you know how it is when it's just like The feelin' is gone and i must get it back right away (okay, okay, yeah, look) {verse 2: bill the kid} I got that good weed sendin', hit this chronic smoke Pounds to {?} so they send me, our closet fulls Yeah, i'm honest, is four-forty-eight on the dot You know i counted eighteen thou' for five of them Been around {?} swishers blowin' clouds of piff Ounce of sour down, goin' in, you know what time it is Thinkin' over lines, smokin', never too high to spit Never doin' time 'cause we seem friendly in an environment Ready to retire my early twenties, so i'm tryna spit And get my workin' heavy so there's plenty more time to live I can't lie, i'm livin' better, so i'll die with what i did That's why i'm smokin' all the time with mac miller So when he hits me, get my b*tch up off me Smokin' out the civi' all night, never miss the party Yeah, get her started on those spliffs {?} cigars for later For that late-night swisher with ya b*tchy on me And wake up to the next hit, early mornin' smokin' Strap my jordans, goin' to breakfast, blowin' smoke out like vince, yeah