Friends

By Mac Miller

On Faces

Released on May 11, 2014

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[Intro: Miles Davis & Mac Miller]

One, two, three, pop, pop

One, two, three, pop, pop

One, two, three, pop, pop

Mr. Davis

One, two, three, pop, pop (Okay)

Yeah (Woo)

Okay, okay (Yeah)

Okay, okay-kay-kay-kay-kay-kay-kay-kay-kay (Woo)

Okay, okay, yeah, um

[Verse 1: Mac Miller & Jimmy Murton]

Snowflakes keep fallin' on my expired debit cards

Don't know why I'm still awake, I gotta be up at 10 tomorrow

Missiles in my repertoire, I'd say I'm pretty regular

I never leave my house, I don't know why I got an extra car (Skrt)

My pool-house studio is covered up with pencil marks

And every day, it's full of jokers like a deck of cards (Hahaha)

Swear I'm so lonely, there's horns on my dome piece (Dome piece)

But I'm not the Devil, I'm a motherfuckin' minotaur

Oh my God, look at how upset you are

'Cause we out here winnin', brought my dogs from out the reservoir (Hoo!)

And I'ma let 'em bark, before you ready, my set will start

We forgot our roots before and trust me, things, they fell apart

Wash myself with acid, it's because I got a denim heart

My conscience so weak, I need to split it up in seven parts (Okay)

Revis brought me out to Cali for the first time

Went to Amar'e's party, took tequila shots with Kevin Hart (Ah)

But Kevin don't remember that

I saw him at the VMAs, told a joke, he never laughed (Um)

The rap diablo, "free your mind" my motto

And we all gon' be good if TreeJay ever hit the lotto (We mu'fuckin' rich!)

So arigato, shit, you know I'm world-famous

And R. Kelly been told me that I'm the world's greatest (You're the world's greatest!)

But still to fall in love is like a orgasm

'Cause you never gonna know if your girl fake it

I'm always faded, gettin' shaded in the basement

I just bought a cello, now all I do is play it (Play it)

Thank God that I made it (Made it), ask Q where Dave is (Where is he?)

He'll probably tell you that he rollin' midnights out in Vegas (Seven midnights!)

Me? I'm in my spaceship, my face is so complacent

Wear a suit to cash a check, we goin' to the banquet (Ching)

And Jimmy got the burner (Baow), but he don't wanna murder (Nah)

And Clockwork is somewhere out in Sweden speakin' Danish like

"Hej ven" (Goddamn), "isn't this your language?"

That man must be a alien, I really can't explain it

Shit, it's just a little cocaine sniff *Snorts*

But the lines longer than parades is (Ah), yeah

I think it's time to give me all your praises (Praises)

So I can get this money and give all the homies raises (Raises)

My life is on these words, this is my affidavit (Wow)

And if you want a legal battle, send your ass to David (That's my lawyer)

Um, I'm half-man, half-amazin'

Probably half-god, but that don't fit my calculations (Don't make no sense)

I know the planet Earth is 'bout to explode

Kinda hope that no one save it, we only grow from anguish

[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q & Mac Miller]

Yeah (Miller Mac) Miller Mac

Haha, yeah, these are my friends (Miller Mac)

Miller Mac, Mac Miller, Mac, Mac (Miller Mac)

Mac, Mac, Mac, Miller Mac (Miller, Miller, Miller, Miller)

Mac, Mac, Mac (Miller Mac)

Mac Miller, Mac, Mac, Miller, Miller Mac, Mac (Miller Mac)

Yeah, haha (Miller Mac) Miller Mac

I see you Mac, these are my friends (Miller, Miller, Miller, Miller)


[Verse 2: Mac Miller]

There's snowflakes fallin' on my debit card

Swear I'm not alive, I couldn't tell you if we ever are

In this game of thrones, it is known I got them 4G LTE connection bars

No control, fuck Ken' Lamar (Fuck you, Kendrick!)

I don't vote, I never registered (Nah)

But I'm a magnet for them zeros, call me Edward Sharpe (Woo!)

I wake up feelin' dead, I need a fresher start

So me and Q put people on the label we don't remember (Ah, okay)

Smiled as I saw Jerm nerdin' out with Josh Berg

Talkin' analog gear and drinkin' Arnold Palmer (Those are good)

In the other room, watchin' C-Span with E. Dan

Layin' down a bassline, doin' drums with his free hand (How the hell does he do that?!)

When I was in first grade, I wished to be Puerto Rican

My mom took me to a barbershop to get some cornrows

I walked in, ready for them Sprewell braids

But the lady said my hair was too short though (Aw), damn

I always thought my moms was the illest for that shit (Yah)

Drivin' through the hood, she did not have a reaction (Skrt)

With a six-year-old, she kept the doors unlocked

And drove by the 5-0 like "Fuck those cops!"

Goddamn, it just don't stop (Nah)

I know my father probably wish that I would just smoke pot

My grandma probably slap me for the drugs I got (Boy!)

I'm a crackhead but I bought her diamonds, we love rocks

Aight

[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q & Mac Miller]

Yeah (Miller Mac) Miller Mac

Haha, yeah, these are my friends (Miller Mac)

Miller Mac, Mac Miller, Mac, Mac (Miller Mac)

Mac, Mac, Mac, Miller Mac (Miller, Miller, Miller, Miller)

Mac, Mac, Mac (Miller Mac)

Mac Miller, Mac, Mac, Miller, Miller Mac, Mac (Miller Mac)

Yeah, haha (Miller Mac) Miller Mac

I see you Mac, these are my friends (Miller, Miller, Miller, Miller)


[Verse 3: Mac Miller]

Yeah, I've had the same outfit for six days straight (Gross)

And still all these bitches will get in position

'Cause I got their pussies all drippin' in paint (Woo)

Somehow, I'm makin' this music, it's just to relate to

(Damn, you're drownin'!) And I got the life raft, ain't gonna save you

Look at my reflection (Woah), I broke the mirror

It's only for protection (Okay), shit keep gettin' weirder (Weirder)

And I can't see a thing but (Woah) things never been clearer (Yeah)

Call the Mothman, it's Richard Gere (It's Richard motherfuckin' Gere!)

Yeah, this is our year

Let's get fucked up and get the fuck up outta here (Be gone)

I've kicked it with the aliens, a different stratosphere (E.T., phone home)

They lookin' down like, "We come in peace" (Oh, me too)

Yeah, I told Will and Bill they need to kick the habit (Put it down)

We on the same trip, we just got different baggage (That trip was brown)

Parks spilled the grape juice on all of Dylan's dad's shit (Grape juice!)

We were just some motherfuckin' kids (Woo)

[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q & Mac Miller]

Yeah (Miller Mac) Miller Mac

Haha, yeah, these are my friends (Miller Mac)

Miller Mac, Mac Miller, Mac, Mac (Miller Mac)

Mac, Mac, Mac, Miller Mac (Miller, Miller, Miller, Miller)

Mac, Mac, Mac (Miller Mac)

Mac Miller, Mac, Mac, Miller, Miller Mac, Mac (Miller Mac)

Yeah, haha (Miller Mac) Miller Mac

I see you Mac, these are my friends (Miller, Miller, Miller, Miller)