Mac Miller - Barz for Dayz lyrics

Lick it, split it, twist it, hit
It, spliff it, pitch it, roll another
(Easy Mac) lick it, split it, twist it, hit
It, spliff it, pitch it, roll another
(Soul Theory)
Lick it, split it, twist it, hit
It, spliff it, pitch it, roll another
(The Ill Spoken)
Lick it, split it, twist it, hit
It, spliff it, pitch it, roll another
(Haha, yeah East End Empire)

You see
They probably wonder why I don't smile (Yup)
'Cause these cats need to get they own style
(Uh, huh)
Hold the phone dial, I go miles (Chyeah)
When I'm sprintin' on the beat
You'll get lifted off your feet
When you spliffin' up my trees
Quit givin' me a speech
I ain't really tryna hear this (Nah)
See, with these lyrics
I'm tryna run fearless
We playin' games in this jungle, Jumanji
With bomb tree
Hidden under all my dirty laundry (Haha)
Call me an arm free fuckin' around
I'm puttin' words in your mind 'til
You in love with the sound (Come on, man)
They savin' my place
Tryna shove this food in my face
So they force it down my throat
'til I'm used to the taste
Now move to your place
(Yup) , 'cause I'm campin' out on top
Fresh kicks on my feet while
You sittin' in some socks (Haha)
Cops tryna get me locked
Catch me fuckin' with shenanigans (Fuck 'em)
But, I'll just handle 'em and
Throw 'em in the ambulance (Bitch)
They wanna know what my hands is in
Scare me straight (Huh?)
Get back, bitch, I ain't tryna share my plate
(You know) what's good, fam? I love money
I will marry cake
Get a rich bitch like Ashley and Mary Kate
And I ain't talkin' 'bout one of 'em
(Nope) , I'm gettin' both (Yup)
I grab 'em, get a loaf
Then take their money and they coats
(Gimme that) i blow trees
So my mouth is always filled with smoke
You sniffin' coke
Singin' but you haven't hit a note (Ah)
Plus that shit you wrote isn't
Set to carry a crowd
I'm legendary anywhere that I'm out
(They know)
I'm sharin' this pound with my people
Like a How High sequel
Told my people, "Need to air out the house"
(Oof) so beware of my mouth, spittin' venom
Comin' out the cerebellum
With these kicks on my feet, see
I told you I was gellin' (Yessir)
You playin' felon, you in stealin' a penny
I put a hole in your belly
Like you Oprah or Jenny (Chyeah)

Lick it, split it, twist it, hit
It, spliff it, pitch it, roll another
Lick it, split it, twist it, hit
It, spliff it, pitch it, roll another
(Haha, keep those motherfuckers rollin' up
You know what I'm sayin'?)
Lick it, split it, twist it, hit
It, spliff it, pitch it, roll another
(Haha, yeah)
Lick it, split it, twist it, hit
It, spliff it, pitch it, roll another
(Oh, I'm at the party now)

I sport a long white tee, fitted cap
Baggy pants (You know)
If you see me, please
Be sure to slap my hand (What's good?)
Some people do it for the love
Some people do it 'cause they can but me
I'm tryna be a legend like Bagger Vance
(Yessir) some rap will make you think
While other shit'll make you dance
So I bump whatever's in the system
Try and make some plans
(Ayo, what's good, dog?)
I just wanna see what's good
For the night time if nothing's hype
I'ma head up to the crib and write rhymes
Age like white wine, nicer by the second
(So nice) that's why I never put
Punctuation on a sentence
'Cause the song goes on
(Goes on) , here a dope song
If they said I wasn't for real
Then you was told wrong
See, you ain't on what we on
You bright, I'm neon
I'm smokin' up the weed 'til the tree gone
Yeah my life's up and down like a see-saw
So I stay with a bitch like
My name was Leon Phelps

Lick it, split it, twist it, hit
It, spliff it, pitch it, roll another
(That's how it is, man)
Lick it, split it, twist it, hit
It, spliff it, pitch it, roll another
(Soul Theory Productions, baby)
Lick it, split it, twist it, hit
It, spliff it, pitch it, roll another
(Easy Mac) lick it, split it, twist it, hit
It, spliff it, pitch it, roll another
(Ill Spoken)
Lick it, split it, twist it, hit
It, spliff it, pitch it, roll another
Lick it, split it, twist it, hit
It, spliff it, pitch it, roll another
Lick it, split it, twist it, hit
It, spliff it, pitch it, roll another
Lick it, split it, twist it, hit
It, spliff it, pitch it, roll another

Okay, it's your boy Wiz Khalifa, man
The prince of the 4-1, um, 2
In here with my guy, young Mac Miller
Jukebox mixtape, you know what I'm sayin'?
Doin' it real big out here in Pittsburgh
You know what I mean?
Make sure y'all look out
For that young talent
Smackin' niggas across the motherfuckin'
Face this year
'09 and beyond, we flyin' the fuck out
Jukebox mixtape