Mac Miller, Sir Michael Rocks - What Do You Do lyrics

This tambourine shaker

Man, I think I'm Eric Andre
Man, I think I'm Louis CK
Man, I think so therefore I am, man, It's 8AM
Man, my mind is an emporium
Of cute naked hoes
My brother one of the only
Ones I can confide in
It ain't no water in the pool
Go 'head and dive in (Dive in)
I toot my horn, I blow my bugle, I recycle
I say "free beluga whales" on YouTube
What do you do?

Okay
The pussy like trouble 'cause I'm in it often
A drug habit like Philip Hoffman will
Probably put me in a coffin
But down the slope in my toboggan
Three day delirium
Gettin' weirder than Austin
Now it's seven in the morning
This rapper life is so boring
Still at it, the drug
Absorbent, endorphin addict, yeah
The evil follow me, I got a devil magnet
I know a bitch who'll let you
Fuck her for Coachella passes

Oh, so pompous, the ambiance
You remind me of the lobby of the Mondrian
I saw you meditatin', get your Gandhi on
If she got that stank puss
Then I won't be long

Never lose your mind 'cause
Insanity is brutal
Life is just like college
All you have's your noodle
Mirror mirror on the wall
I'm staring at a dead man
Me and Mikey go back
Like Bron-Bron's headbands
The white American, hiding from the Aryan

New Tibetan Mastiff
And he hate it when you stare at 'im
Jump in, the jacuzzi on
(yeah) say I fuck witchu the long way
I love you more than Kanye love Kanye
(And I'm a)

Slave to the W, I don't hang with losers
I'm in the suburbs doin'
Drive-by's on Razor scooters
It's my first try, swear I got a third eye
It's work time
I sell the coke to students out in Irvine

Ehh, coming off the high
Listening to Jamiroquai
Why we go through hell when
We tryna get to paradise?
It's like we ain't scared of death
But we scared of life
It's like we shootin' for the stars
But we scared of heights

I'm in doors, pair of gym shorts
With the Sith Lord
We might go bowling later
Maybe play Connect 4
Get high, fuck her with the Tech Deck
Callin’ local middle schools and send
In some death threats

Hey look
When I tell you this, I mean this seriously
From the bottom of my heart
I need the briefcase in 15 minutes
Or everybody's finished

I love my powder white
Prefer my bitches black
I'm gettin' lit with Da$h
You don't see us in the back
No longer little Mac
A briefcase with a million cash oh, yeah
Let me off at the top let me off at the top
Let me off at the top let me off at the top
Let me off at the top let me off at the top
Let me off at the top let me off at the top
Let me off at the top
We can keep ridin' for now
Let me off at the top
The road keeps windin' around
Let me off at the top
Oh, I'm high as the clouds
Let me off at the top
Hey motherfucker shut your
Motherfuckin' mouth! Yeah

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