[Mac Miller] You will find that we not very different, no, you and I Although I usually, usually find a way out Feelin´ like I´m in the skies, my hands could separate clouds My bitch go get me take-out They used to hate, they love me, and they used to love, they hate now The world I rearrange, I turned it to a bloody playground This to the homies, stayin´ down through anything A cheers to baby girl, who I would´ve copped a wedding ring See, money isn´t everything, but it helps
We walk around with pride in our eyes to the skies, the lies that we tell Pickin´ up a seashell, listen to the ocean Do the whole thing all me-self, I´m livin´ in the moment Pickin´ up all of the ashes, I´m burnin´ the house down Runnin´ from my life, I probably ran a thousand miles now Had powwows with millionaires, a foul child and a style wild That you found out that I´m killin´ there Tell me how you feelin´, how´s it feel?
[Mac Miller] How´s it feel? (Yeah, said how´s it feel?) How´s it feel? (Can you tell me how´s it feel?) How´s it feel? (To be around somethin´ real)
How´s it feel? (Yeah, yeah, said how´s it feel?) How´s it feel? Yeah, tell me how´s it feel? How´s it feel? So can you tell me how´s it feel? How´s it feel? (To be around something real) How´s it feel?
[Mac Miller] They yellin´, "Danger, danger," when I hopped out of the manger With a two-way pager, callin´ all the homies, screamin´, "Savior" This world could not be stranger, you could beat the odd behavior Give a inch, they take a mile, take a mile, I´ll take a acre I´m a, alien communicator, fuckin´ up the human nature Projectile vomit on a song, the fluid nasty, uh
I just got the iPhone 6, it looks like Steve Jobs done ran out of tricks Yeah, I come through stuntin´ on ´em, in the park, buntin´ on ´em Somebody should pump you up, you best get Joe Budden on ´em New couch, I´m fuckin´ on it, after that, don´t fuckin´ want it Bitch, I´m fuckin´ awesome, come again? I said I´m fuckin´ awesome Press the pedal, wah-wah, hell nah, aw, nah All I want is Lana and some head from Madonna I gots to separate the weak from the obso-lete Real life, this is not a dream I´m a problem, just took a jet from Nicaragua Copped me a vacation spot that came with an iguana, uh The hot lava, sonta, a world with no ceilin´
Come again, tell me how you feelin´, how´s it feel?
[Mac Miller] How´s it feel? (Said how´s it feel?) How´s it feel? (Said how´s it feel?) How´s it feel? (To be around somethin´ real) How´s it feel? (So can you tell me how´s it feel?) How´s it feel? (Said how´s it feel?) How´s it feel? (Said how´s it feel?) How´s it feel? (Can you tell me how´s it feel?) How´s it feel? (Yeah)
[ Mac Miller & Robert Glasper] Doo, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, dun-dun Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da-da Haha, yeah Mac Miller and Robert Glasper You know what it is, you know what it is