Mac Miller - Are We There Yet? lyrics

Yeah, yeah, okay

We in a race car
She let me hit it like a space bar
Girl,  your life is in your phone
Needa take charge
Hopin' that the dealer gonna hit you
With a face card but don't panic
 we the planets and we make stars
Day job wasn't workin' out, I been laid off
Takin' loss everything is A1 steak sauce
Drivin' with the breaks off
I'ma-I'ma-I'ma ride though
Way beyond the boundary where the line go
Sippin' cyanide like it's fine wine
Shit is high tide
When it fall down that's when I rise
Feelin' that's inside, it'll blow your mind
I don't need to know what's yours
Just to know what's mine
Born in Babylon, droppin' like an atom bomb
Don't flinch
The flow so big it go to Macedon
Oh shit, don't fit inside, then stand out
Yeah, I was a kid
But, I'm the motherfuckin' man now

And how it feelin'? Well, it's feelin' good
I got my life together like I knew I should
I let 'em read me like an open book
But turn the page on these motherfuckers

Said, are we there yet?
Are we there yet? Who gon' hold me down?
Are we there yet?
Are we there yet? Who gon' hold me down?

Okay, well
He is workin' on a thesis in a Prius
Won him many masterpieces
Goddammit, they don't believe it
I'm Pittsburgh born and bred
Come inside, explore my head
Get you rattled, I can see you fragile
You an ornament
Just for show, all the negative
You needa let it go
So much work, it's stackin' up
I think I needa get a clone
Leave the nest, send me home
Tell me when you ready
If I disappear awhile
Promise that you won't forget me
I'm at the crib watchin' Ed, Edd, Eddy
My bitch naked in the kitchen
And she whippin' up spaghetti
I got mo' problems, like Christopher
I'm walkin' with my headphones on
I been depressed so long
But now I'm back at it
Like a bad habit to a crack addict
Light a match, 'bout to start shittin'
On these motherfuckers
Don't know what it is and
Isn't with these motherfuckers
I got the juice
Play some paper for these motherfuckers
Samurai sword, Kill Bill, Hattori Hanzō
Man in this world, will kill if I got to
It's no Biggie, who shot you?
It's my motherfuckin' city and I
Got a lock full

And how it feelin'? Well, it's feelin' good
I got my life together like I knew I should
I let 'em read me like an open book
But turn the page on these motherfuckers

Said, are we there yet?
Are we there yet? Who gon' hold me down?
Are we there yet?
Are we there yet? Who gon' hold me down?