Mac Miller - La La La La lyrics
[Mac Miller - La La La La lyrics]
Ahem hey
Coming to you from a packed studio
(Haha) Haha, uh
I'm goin' in after hittin' this ganja
Out to dinner with the homies
Private table at Nakama
I'm a new millennium Sinatra
Coppin' marijuana from the
Neighborhood Rastas
Chiefin', feastin', king of the new school
I'm speakin' in tongues
Try translatin' voodoo
Hold up, let me start again
Undefeated shirt
Levi's and a Mr Rogers cardigan
It's a hell of a feelin' bein' this fresh
Spit seem to sit upon my lips
Call it Blistex peddlin' this medical
The presence of a general
Magazine centerfolds
They all up on my genitals
Got the game in the palm of my hand
It's itchin'
Wylin' out, better talk to your man
He bitchin' 'Cause, I ain't got a lot
Time for these weirdos
Talkin' shit all up in my earlobes
I just live life, try and do it right
Everyone that hear me say "The
Boy is super nice"
Put a bitch up on a flight
She gon' be here by tonight
Get some afternoon delight
Only eat it if it's ripe
Call me Stanley Steemer
I be givin' her the pipe
And when I'm outta town she wanna
See me so we Skype
She might get obsessed and keep callin'
Thirty-thousand feet, Tom Petty, free fallin'
Just layin' back
Lettin' gravity take it's course
I wanna tell all of my
Haters that we made it, boy
From basement studios to some official shit
From stressed out all the time to
I don't give a shit
Used to dream about it, boy
Now I'm livin' it
412, it's the Most Dope syndicate
Had a normal life but now I'm sick of it
Try and spend money just to
Spend and it's ridiculous
Young and so mischievous
Bitches-es and then, uh
Rell wants me to sing a hook like this:
A la la la la la la la la la la
La la la, la la a na na
A na na la la la la la la la, la la
La la la, la la a na na
A na na
Coming to you from a packed studio
(Haha) Haha, uh
I'm goin' in after hittin' this ganja
Out to dinner with the homies
Private table at Nakama
I'm a new millennium Sinatra
Coppin' marijuana from the
Neighborhood Rastas
Chiefin', feastin', king of the new school
I'm speakin' in tongues
Try translatin' voodoo
Hold up, let me start again
Undefeated shirt
Levi's and a Mr Rogers cardigan
It's a hell of a feelin' bein' this fresh
Spit seem to sit upon my lips
Call it Blistex peddlin' this medical
The presence of a general
Magazine centerfolds
They all up on my genitals
Got the game in the palm of my hand
It's itchin'
Wylin' out, better talk to your man
He bitchin' 'Cause, I ain't got a lot
Time for these weirdos
Talkin' shit all up in my earlobes
I just live life, try and do it right
Everyone that hear me say "The
Boy is super nice"
Put a bitch up on a flight
She gon' be here by tonight
Get some afternoon delight
Only eat it if it's ripe
Call me Stanley Steemer
I be givin' her the pipe
And when I'm outta town she wanna
See me so we Skype
She might get obsessed and keep callin'
Thirty-thousand feet, Tom Petty, free fallin'
Just layin' back
Lettin' gravity take it's course
I wanna tell all of my
Haters that we made it, boy
From basement studios to some official shit
From stressed out all the time to
I don't give a shit
Used to dream about it, boy
Now I'm livin' it
412, it's the Most Dope syndicate
Had a normal life but now I'm sick of it
Try and spend money just to
Spend and it's ridiculous
Young and so mischievous
Bitches-es and then, uh
Rell wants me to sing a hook like this:
A la la la la la la la la la la
La la la, la la a na na
A na na la la la la la la la, la la
La la la, la la a na na
A na na