Released on June 18, 2013

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[Chorus: Mac Miller]

Uh, bitches stay hatin', this is claymation

Fucked up, get away, that's a vacation

Wanna get paid, who doesn't though?

I'ma be a ghost, take a Polaroid

Bitches stay hatin', this is claymation

Fucked up, get away, that's a vacation

Wanna get paid, who doesn't though?

I'ma be a ghost, take a Polaroid picture


[Verse 1: Vinny Radio]

Fresh off a steroid swisher

Pistol at the peephole, that's a paranoid nigga

One of a kind though, ain't nobody close to me

Your ass is straight over D, I'll bag it like groceries

It's whatever though, whatever cross my mind

Haters got no watch, I ain't got the time

Vinny got more flow than a box of wine

Rare as a copper dime, I got an awkward mind

But it's beautiful like Russel Crowe

Fire at the fingertips, can't extinguish it

Shorty gave me tight head without shrinkin' it

Coolest kid out, on my Chuck Inglish shit

Mac and Vinny always get the people loose

Fall back, strike back, just like evil do

The birds prey on us like eagles do

It's like claymation the way they bend and move


[Chorus: Mac Miller]

Uh, bitches stay hatin', this is claymation

Fucked up, get away, that's a vacation

Wanna get paid, who doesn't though?

I'ma be a ghost, take a Polaroid

Bitches stay hatin', this is claymation

Fucked up, get away, that's a vacation

Wanna get paid, who doesn't though? (Yeah)

I'ma be a ghost (Yeah), take a Polaroid picture


[Verse 2: Mac Miller]

Monster and Michael Keaton, I'm offin' you while you sleepin'

You talkin' but it's so cheap and I'm popular for a reason

I got a pool but it's sharks swimmin' in the deep end

Don't get much sleep, two minutes to get a dream in

Is all you need, it's crazy

The colony was lost at sea gettin' wavy

The rawest rapper, baby forehead autographer

On top of Saturn, I'm sendin' shots from a rocket blaster

Believe me, this is where geniuses live

It's Most Dope, we holier than all of Jesus' kids

But we speakin' to heathens and all of these Even Stevens

Who don't need a reason, just want a bitch they can feed with semen

No need for sleepin', cheeba gon' keep me dreamin', I'm faded

Been in Cali a lil' too long, it got me jaded

Hit Japan and I'm Instagrammin' camera-shy Samurais

Fuckin' up a Jerm beat, teach you how to vandalize

The bandana Santana tied

The sound amplified screams on Kennywood's Steel Phantom rides

My pockets fat, I'm still lookin' for some pants my size

They over-analyze everything I fantasize

We could have a conversation, we could pantomime

Girl, you could come a little closer, put your hand in mine

This life a prison, it's time to set you free

Watchin' movies in silence, describin' what I see


[Chorus: Mac Miller]

Uh, bitches stay hatin', this is claymation

Fucked up, get away, that's a vacation

Wanna get paid, who doesn't though?

I'ma be a ghost, take a Polaroid

Bitches stay hatin', this is claymation

Fucked up, get away, that's a vacation

Wanna get paid, who doesn't though?

I'ma be a ghost, take a Polaroid picture