Mac Miller - Live My Life lyrics

[Mac Miller - Live My Life lyrics]

Now ride, just coast
Roll the windows down, see the smoke
When we drive by slow they know
Who the fuck it is
Reach they arms out to the street
Try and touch the whip
They wanna be us, they they wanna be friends
They wanna see what we be
Doin' on the weekends
But, you can't live my life, boy
Uh, you can't live my life, boy

Sleep on a plane
Wake up in a different state rock the stage
Get paid and off to a different date
College boys come up offerin' me their haze
And hoes be approachin' me
Offerin' me some brain (Haha)
I can't complain, people show me love (Love)
Actin' like they know me
But no one really does (Nah)
I say "What up?" and appreciate support
But, if you sparkin' conversation, please
Just make it short 'Cause, I ain't got time
For no monkey business (Nah)
I stay on the grind for the money in it
(Money in it)
I know I'm cool, I definitely rhyme well
Tellin' jokes to these hoes: Jerry Seinfeld
(Haha)
See you boo, you can come and meet the crew
(Crew) no one makin' moves like me and Q (Q)
And Big Will got the triple Es locked down
I got all your lil sisters on my jock now
At the bar, no ID on me (On me)
Every girl's eyes be on me
Approach 'em, "Why you so lonely?
I'd introduce myself
But you already know me"

Now ride, just coast
Roll the windows down, see the smoke
When we drive by slow they know
Who the fuck it is
Reach they arms out to the street
Try and touch the whip
They wanna be us, they they wanna be friends
They wanna see what we be
Doin' on the weekends
But, you can't live my life, boy
Uh, you can't live my life, boy

Almost famous, see me standin' on the rooftop
High like some tube socks
Puttin' on a jukebox
Billboard status, y'all know my face
'Cause, I got buzz like a phone on vibrate
Take what's on your plate
(What?) put it on my plate
'Cause, I'm hungry and I don't
Got time to wait (Nah)
I like my ladies fine
Kinda how the wine taste (Wine taste)
Hit it from behind, that's a blind date (Aha)
See, the life of a fly boy funny
(Fly boy funny)
Always try and multiply more money
(More money)
Yeah, I'm cocky and they love it, too
(Love it, too) walk up in your crib like
"Who the fuck is you?"
(Who the fuck is you?)
Sike, try and be a little modest
'Cause, I don't have enough
Paper in my wallet (Not yet)
Parents think I'll be somewhere in a college
(Nah) but, I disagree
I'll be somewhere livin' prosperous
(Prosperous)
There's a lot of things that I ain't got yet
(got yet)
Way we progress kinda hard to process
(process) how I'm so young, such a prospect?
I'm still crawlin'
I ain't even start to walk yet (Haha)

Now ride, just coast
Roll the windows down, see the smoke
When we drive by slow they know
Who the fuck it is
Reach they arms out to the street
Try and touch the whip
They wanna be us, they they wanna be friends
They wanna see what we be
Doin' on the weekends
But, you can't live my life, boy
Uh, you can't live my life, boy

"What up" "The ultimate
Ultimate, ultimate, ultimate, ultimate
Ultimate"
"I listen to nothing else" "Mixtape team"

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