Palermo Stone - The Glide lyrics

[Verse 1: Mac Miller] Ahem Microphone check 1-2, 1-2 Hey, Aha I figured I'd get funky for a second if that's okay with y'all Uh huh, uh huh It go, it go Hey, hey, look, uh, yeah, yeah They probably used to this Jewish kid Foolin' with the music sh** Ludacris sleepover b**h She feel it in her uterus I'm generous and clever with This effort so intelligent Sentence wreckin' in seconds Invest in it for the hell of it Tell a b**h she outie if you smell a fish, hell no Hand or soap propeller go and get a fix Never hear the end of it Laughin' with your friends like some degenerates But be nice, these females' feelings are kind of delicate Never get the etiquette Boy I'm an a**hole 5 star restaurant smokin' green tobacco And Treejay only eat it with Tabasco He never try that tuna-noodle ca**erole Ha ha ha, he he he, what the f** was that Mothaf**a I'm skiid Learned to smoke weed before I ever learned to read Hey kids you can be just like me! [Hook] And now we go front, back, side to side Everybody just glide If you gettin' high throw your hands in the sky And do that sh** one more time Say we go front, back, side to side Everybody just glide If you gettin' high throw your hands in the sky Tell the person to your left that you're fly (I'm fly) [Verse 2: Palermo Stone] So fly baby buzzin' like an insect Buggin' every track that I infest, been best Simple intellect, feelin' that I've been up next Feeling all the interest in puttin' all the hate to rest No atheist, but self made Great team, we just trying to get ourselves paid Never been on E, all my boosters pump gas for me Ga**ed up like a hummer for the summer And everything I did was a runner for the numbers All the critics got a woody, the foundation with the lumber Fronters, will never get no shine Y'all struggle through life, and we just gon' glide Hop on the bandwagon, squeeze for the ride Trees for the trip, beans for my high Reach for the sky, yea it's worth a try But you still couldn't touch a man this fly [Hook]