Mac Miller – What Do You Do Lyrics

 

What Do You Do Lyrics Mac Miller

What Do You Do Lyrics

 

What Do You Do Lyrics by Mac Miller (feat. Sir Michael Rocks)

 

Shaker

Man, I think I’m Eric Andre
Man, I think I’m Louis C.K.
Man, I think so therefore I am
Man, it’s 8 A M
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 ahead and 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 Phillip 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 7 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 will let you fuck her for Coachella passes

Oh, so pompous, the ambiance
You remind me of the lobby of the Mondrian
I saw you meditating, 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’s 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
White American, hotter from the aryan
New Tibetan Mastiff and he hate it when you stare at him
Jumping in, jacuzzi on, say I fuck with you the long way
I love you more than Kanye love Kanye

Slave to the W, I don’t hang with losers
I’m in suburbs doing drive-bys on Razor Scooters
It’s my first try, so I got a third eye
It’s work time, I sell the coke to students out in Irvine

Eh, coming off the high, listening to Jamiroquai
Why we go through hell, when we trying to get to paradise
It’s like we ain’t scared of death but we scared of life
It’s like we shooting 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, fucking 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 fifteen minutes or everybody’s finished

I love my powder white
Prefer my bitches black
I’m gettin’ lit with Dash, she 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 riding for now
Let me off at the top
The road keeps winding 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