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Mac Miller

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[Intro: Mac Miller] Around a fire doing a thunder dance You know what's a funny word? Underpants Let's go to Syria and have a war Stop fucking calling me Macklemore That's not my name, well kinda It's kind of my name (A little bit louder) [Verse 1: Mac Miller] Yeah, so I sold the mansion and moved to my mom's attic Life was a blockbuster but now it's a cult classic Smoke 'til I'm asthmatic, embracing my bad habits Travelling down the hall, I'm chasing a fast rabbit Well that's acid, still weird from my last tablet I love like a folk singer but fuck like a crack addict Practicing black magic and watching some car crashes Snapchattin' a dick pic and sent it to Bob Saget (I'm a faggot) Word, the aliens have landed I don't panic in my fortress made of granite Take life for granted, probably won't when it ends Thank God I'm sober again [Hook: Treejay] Run away, run away Run, run, run away Oh my... [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Who let the dogs out? Stop what you're doing and put 'em back in the doghouse I wasn't human, I'm feeling like I'm a god now But most of the time I don't need to know what I'm talking 'bout Bitch, I'm a walking, talking crocodile Take a picture with my mom and crop her out Go to her house, coked up, and lock her out (Sorry about that) I'm possibly a phony, don't believe me You can't tell that I'm so lonely from the TV I hate myself cause I'm a white rapper I hate white rappers but an industry of kite masters made me rich Short-shorts and high socks I feel like chalk without a sidewalk Back in the 'burgh I'mma eat at my favorite Thai spot And smile as the hungry eyes watch [Hook: Treejay] Run away, run away Run, run, run away Oh my... [Verse 3: Mac Miller] Yeah, still having sex with blind people (it feel good) They say my pussy smell like pine needles (as it should) Bust a nut in the poultry section at Giant Eagle Stare a chicken in the face like, bitch, I'mma eat you Yea, I'm all kinds of evil Eating mushrooms out in London trynna find the Beatles I'm still sick of people Go back to saying, be a chief and kick it with Mr. Roedel (That was my English teacher) Retina display on my Macintosh That's high definition jacking off In LA trying to get me an acting job Cause my idol David Hasselhoff [Interlude: Mac Miller] Man, Germans love David Hasselhoff I hear they like David Hasselhoff more than they like Jews And they love Jews out there [Outro: Treejay] Runaway, catch a plane Know I did, ooh Ooh, ooh Runaway, Runaway, Runaway Ooh, ooh Girl, Runaway You better run away