Friends (feat. ScHoolboy Q)

One, two, three, pop, pop
One, two, three, pop, pop
One, two, three, pop, pop
(Mr. Davis)
One, two, three (okay), pop, pop
Yea (whoo!) Okay, okay
Okay (yeah!) O-kay-kay-kay-kay (whoo!)
Okay, okay, yep, um

Snowflakes keep falling on my expired debit cards
Don't know why I'm still awake, I gotta be up at ten 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 is full of jokers like a deck of cards
So, I'm so lonely, there's horns on my dome-piece (dome-piece)
But, I'm not the devil, I'm a motherfucking Minotaur

Oh my God, look at how upset you are
'Cause we out here winning, 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 conscious so weak I need to split it up in seven parts (okay)
Revis brought me out to Cali for the first time
Went to Amare's party, took tequila shots with Kevin Hart (ah)

But Kevin don't remember that
I saw him at the VMA's, told a joke, he never laughed (um)
The rap diablo, free your mind my motto
And we all gonna be good if TreeJ ever hit the lotto (we muhfuckin' rich)
So arigato, so, shit you know I'm world-famous
And R. Kelly been told me I'm the world's greatest (you're the world's greatest)
But still to fall in love is like an orgasm
'Cause you never gonna know if your girl fake it

I'm always faded, getting 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's rolling midnights out in Vegas (seven midnights)
When I'm in my spaceship, my face is so complacent
Wear a suit to cash a check, we're going to the banquet (ching)
And Jimmy got the burner (bow), but he don't wanna murder (nah)
And ClockWork somewhere out in Sweden speaking Danish like

Hi Sven (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, but the lines is longer than parades is, yeah
I think it's time to give me all your 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 wanna legal battle, send your ass to David (that's my lawyer)

Uh, I'm half man-half amazing
Probably half God, but that don't fit my calculations (don't make no sense)
I know the planet Earth is about to explode
Kinda hope that no one save it, we only grow from anguish

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

There's snowflakes falling 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 the 4G, L-T-E connection boards
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 (whoo!)
I wake up feeling dead, I need a fresher start
So me and Q put people on the label we don't remember

Smiled as I saw Jerm, nerding out with Josh Berg
Talkin' analog gear, and drinking Arnold Palmer (those are good)
Any other room, watching C-SPAN with E. Dan
Land out the baseline, doing drums with his freehand (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)
Driving 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 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
A'ight

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

Yea, I've had the same outfit for six days straight (gross)
And still all these bitches will get in position because
I got their pussies all dripping in pain (whoo!)
Somehow, I'm making 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 (whoa), I broke the mirror (mirror)
It's only for protection (okay), shit keep getting weirder (weirder)
Now I can't see a thing but, 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)
And looking 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 (whoo!)

Yeah (Miller Mac) Miller Mac
Haha, yeah (Miller Mac), these are my friends
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 Miller, Miller Mac, Mac (Miller Mac)
Yeah, haha (Miller Mac) Miller Mac
I see you Mac, these are my friends (Miller, Miller, Miller, Miller)



Credits
Writer(s): Miles Davis, Malcolm James Mccormick, Quincy Matthew Hanley
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