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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mac Miller
Mac Miller
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malcolm McCormick
Malcolm McCormick
Songwriter
Eric Dan
Eric Dan
Songwriter
Jeremy Kulousek
Jeremy Kulousek
Songwriter
Zach Vaughan
Zach Vaughan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric Dan
Eric Dan
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Josh Berg
Josh Berg
Recording Engineer
Larry Fisherman
Larry Fisherman
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, yo
[Verse 2]
Look, concoction of hamentashens
Launchin' a bottle rocket
Done bein' nice, I'm here for your life and all the profits
I'm not your conscience, you nuts
Almonds and Häagen-Dazs
Auction off your grandfather's watch from the Holocaust
I'm iconic, naked, walkin' in the garden, bird watchin'
Alarmin' all of these cardinals, like I need a pope
Puffin' that white smoke
Get faded and play the maestro
I'm ice cold, bunny slippers, nice robe (Probably velvet)
Sneaky bitch stole my Rollie last night, yo
I might know some dyke hoes who can fight, though
Walkin' on a tightrope, underneath a microscope
But close up, we all just molecules and isotopes (That's very deep)
What psychic don't know the future?
To live life, you kids might just close your computer (Go get some exercise)
The street lights might blind you, though
Make a collage and look at it through a kaleidoscope
[Verse 3]
There's a bird in the sky
Look at him fly, why?
(Why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why)
(Why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why)
Let the money pile, I'll be runnin' wild
Life's a motherfuckin' joke, so we fuck around
Feel like I do this in my sleep
(Do this in my sleep)
Literally, I do this in my sleep
[Verse 4]
It's an impression of Bueller
[Verse 5]
Yeah, yeah, a little TV money
Dollars for sense of humor
Scholar, but my attendance like Bueller's, so no use for a tutor
Some cold brews in the cooler (Have one)
Comin' through in the woodgrain PT Cruiser, stuntin'
I'm pissed off like a blind person lookin' for a restroom
Probably be dead soon, inhalin' cigarette fumes
Sorry for that blind people comment, that was just rude
And I was raised better, say God bless you (God bless you)
I'm Kenny Powers, you're more of a Debbie Downer
My bitch takin' off her trousers every time I get around her
I'm nasty, I never shower, go sleep on a bed of flowers
Not into this conversation, I been in my head for hours, I'm out
[Verse 6]
There's a bird in the sky
Look at him fly, why?
(Why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why)
(Why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why)
Let the money pile, I'll be runnin' wild
Life's a motherfuckin' joke, so we fuck around
Feel like I do this in my sleep
(Do this in my sleep)
Literally, I do this in my sleep
Written by: Eric Dan, Jeremy Kulousek, Malcolm McCormick, Zach Vaughan
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