Mac Miller, Palermo Stone - The Glide lyrics
[Mac Miller, Palermo Stone - The Glide lyrics]
Ahem microphone check, one-two, one-two
Hey, haha i figured I'd get funky for a
Second if that's okay with y'all
Uh, huh, uh huh it go, it go
Hey, hey look, uh, yeah, yeah
They probably used to this Jewish kid
Foolin' with the music shit
Ludacrisly move a bitch
She feel it in her uterus
I'm generous and clever with this effort
So intelligent sentence wreckin' in seconds
Invest in it for the hell of it
Tell a bitch she outie if you smell a fish
Hell no hand her soap and tell her
"Go and get it fixed"
Never hear the end of it
Laughin' with your friends
Like some degenerates but be nice
These females' feelings are kind of delicate
Never get the etiquette boy, I'm a asshole
Five-star restaurant, smokin' green tobacco
And TreeJ only eat it with Tabasco
He never try that tuna noodle casserole
Ha ha ha, he he he, what the fuck was that?
Mothafucka, I'm skeed
Learned to smoke weed before I
Ever learned to read
Hey kids, you can be just like me
And now we go front, back, side to side
Everybody just glide if you gettin' high
Throw your hands in the sky
And do that shit one more time
Say we go front, back, side to side
Everybody just glide if you gettin' high
Throw your hands in the sky
Tell the person to your left that you're fly
(I'm fly)
So fly, baby, buzzin' like an insect
Buggin' every track that I infest, been best
Simple intellect
Feelin' that I've been up next
Feeling all the interest in puttin'
All the hate to rest
No atheist, but self made great team
We just trying to get ourselves paid
Never been on E
All my boosters pump gas for me
Gassed up like a Hummer for the summer
And everything I did was a
Runner for the numbers
All the critics got a woody
The foundation with the lumber
Fronters, will never get no shine
Y'all struggle through life
And we just gon' glide
Hop on the bandwagon, squeeze for the ride
Trees for the trip, beans for my high
Reach for the sky, yeah, it's worth a try
But, you still couldn't touch a man this fly
And now we go front, back, side to side
Everybody just glide if you gettin' high
Throw your hands in the sky
And do that shit one more time
Say we go front, back, side to side
Everybody just glide if you gettin' high
Throw your hands in the sky
Tell the person to your left that you're fly
(I'm fly)
Hey, haha i figured I'd get funky for a
Second if that's okay with y'all
Uh, huh, uh huh it go, it go
Hey, hey look, uh, yeah, yeah
They probably used to this Jewish kid
Foolin' with the music shit
Ludacrisly move a bitch
She feel it in her uterus
I'm generous and clever with this effort
So intelligent sentence wreckin' in seconds
Invest in it for the hell of it
Tell a bitch she outie if you smell a fish
Hell no hand her soap and tell her
"Go and get it fixed"
Never hear the end of it
Laughin' with your friends
Like some degenerates but be nice
These females' feelings are kind of delicate
Never get the etiquette boy, I'm a asshole
Five-star restaurant, smokin' green tobacco
And TreeJ only eat it with Tabasco
He never try that tuna noodle casserole
Ha ha ha, he he he, what the fuck was that?
Mothafucka, I'm skeed
Learned to smoke weed before I
Ever learned to read
Hey kids, you can be just like me
And now we go front, back, side to side
Everybody just glide if you gettin' high
Throw your hands in the sky
And do that shit one more time
Say we go front, back, side to side
Everybody just glide if you gettin' high
Throw your hands in the sky
Tell the person to your left that you're fly
(I'm fly)
So fly, baby, buzzin' like an insect
Buggin' every track that I infest, been best
Simple intellect
Feelin' that I've been up next
Feeling all the interest in puttin'
All the hate to rest
No atheist, but self made great team
We just trying to get ourselves paid
Never been on E
All my boosters pump gas for me
Gassed up like a Hummer for the summer
And everything I did was a
Runner for the numbers
All the critics got a woody
The foundation with the lumber
Fronters, will never get no shine
Y'all struggle through life
And we just gon' glide
Hop on the bandwagon, squeeze for the ride
Trees for the trip, beans for my high
Reach for the sky, yeah, it's worth a try
But, you still couldn't touch a man this fly
And now we go front, back, side to side
Everybody just glide if you gettin' high
Throw your hands in the sky
And do that shit one more time
Say we go front, back, side to side
Everybody just glide if you gettin' high
Throw your hands in the sky
Tell the person to your left that you're fly
(I'm fly)