Toby Mac - Mac Daddy (Tru's Reality) [Telemitry Remix] lyrics

I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac Them Apples don't grow on trees I want a Macintosh laptop, packaging so posh Fits like a glove in that tiny little white box Pretty as a picture but it ain't all show At 8 Ram deep I be running logic pro To make my own beats dad Keep me off the streets dad An Xbox, would even take a backseat So please give me a job so I can stack that paper 'Cause this is major I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac So I can make my own beats I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac Them Apples don't grow on trees Yo I'm saving for a laptop and looking for some work Five bucks an hour and I'm willing to serve Ain't no job too UG, L to the Y I'd do almost anything to make that Macbook fly Yo I'll teach you to cross it over Then play chess all day with roses I'll take ? to the Franklin Fair Dad, I'd even braid Marley's hair I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac So I can make my own beats I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac Them Apples don't grow on trees I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac So I can make my own beats I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac Servin' up them Jesus Freaks I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac So I can make my own beats I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac Them Apples don't grow on trees I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac So I can make my own beats I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac Servin' up them Jesus Freaks So you really want a Mac son? Yea, sir Music for the people Yeah man we got that soul sauce