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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mac Miller
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malcolm McCormick
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
E. Dan
Producer
Big Jerm
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
E. Dan
Producer
Texty
Hey
Hahaha
I'm all grown up man
Yeah, ha
Alright look
Hey
I'm so drunk, its a bad idea to talk
Cause I ain't making any sense, I'm just here to rock
Not sleepin, all grown up
Now the places that we go, they know us
Tell me, Mac its so good to see you blow up
Cause now I be with cheese like cold cuts
And I ain't dealing with a hoe, got no butt
Gotta do more than chilling, just show up
I'm just out my mind
Stay dealing with some girls who be out all the time
And the higher that I get on this mountain I climb
To the clouds I'ma rise over balcony shine
From the light of the sun
Tonight'll be fun cause the night is still young
And the rhyme to the drum is flowin, an island
See the ocean when I'm chillin got me smilin'
Like Ayye, tonight'll be great
Walking through the door with a smile on my face
Like hate me or love me
Chase dreams, ain't worried 'bout money
I'ma get it then spend it, the way it gonna be
And you ain't know me if you ain't part of the team
If you ain't part of the team
You ain't know me if you ain't part of the team
Like ayye (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Ayee, tonight'll be great (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Walking through the door with a smile on my face
Like hate me or love me
Chase dreams, ain't worried 'bout money (hey)
Too many people always thought I wouldn't ever do shit
I'm ruining my life and I'll never get rich
Forever I'm this, never going back
Don't fade to black, I'ma stain the map
Yeah I'm changing rap and my name is Mac
Trust me, then I'm ready when the cameras flash
Cause the boy got presents like Santa's bag
Travel everywhere homie, Alabama and back
My fans in the back in the stand and they clap
Gimme love all day so I'm handing it back
They believe, so they family
I'm ready right now, kinda antsy
And I don't got nothing like a plan B
Just go and cop a crib in Miami
Get a Grammy and an Oscar
Cause mother always said "act proper"
Hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Ayye, tonight'll be great
Walking through the door with a smile on my face
Like hate me or love me
Chase dreams, ain't worried 'bout money
Writer(s): Malcolm James Mccormick, Eric Allan Dan
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