Mac Miller - Live My Life lyrics

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Mac Miller - Live My Life lyrics

Now ride, just coast Roll the windows down, see the smoke When we drive by slow They know who da f** it is Reach they arms out to the street Try'n touch the whip They wanna be us, they They wanna be friends They wanna see what we be doin' on the weekends But, you can't live my life, boy Uh, you can't live my life, goy Sleep on a plane Wake up in a different state Rock the stage, get paid And off to a different date College boys come up Offerin' me the haze And hoes be approachin' me Offerin' me some brain I can't complain People show me love Actin' like they know me But no one really does I say "What up?" and appreciate support But if you're sparkin' conversation Please just make it short 'Cuz I ain't got time for no monkey business I stay on the grind for the money in it I know I'm cool, I definitely rhyme well Tellin' jokes to these hoes, Jerry Seinfeld See you boo You can come and meet the crew No one makin' moves like me and Q And Big Will got the triple Es locked down I got all your lil sisters on my jock now At the bar, no I.D. on me Every girl's eyes be on me Approach 'em "Why you so lonely? I'd introduce myself, but you already know me" Now ride, just coast Roll the windows down, see the smoke When we drive by slow They know who da f** it is Reach they arms out to the street Try'n touch the whip They wanna be us, they They wanna be friends They wanna see what we be doin' on the weekends But, you can't live my life, boy Uh, you can't live my life, boy Almost famous, see me standin' on the rooftop High like some tube socks Puttin' on a jukebox Billboard status, y'all know my face 'Cuz I got buzz like a phone on vibrate Take what's on your plate, put it on my plate 'Cuz I'm hungry and I don't got time to waste I like my ladies fine, kinda how the wine taste Hit it from behind, that's a blind date See, the life of a fly boy funny Always try'n multiply more money Yeah, I'm co*ky And they love it, too Walk up in your crib like, "Who da f** is you?" Try'n be a little modest 'Cuz I don't have enough paper in my wallet Parents think I be somewhere in a college But I disagree, I'll be somewhere livin' prosperous There's a lot of things that I ain't got yet The progress is kinda hard to process How I'm so young, such a prospect I'm still crawlin', I ain't even start to walk yet Now ride, just coast Roll the windows down, see the smoke When we drive by slow They know who da f** it is Reach they arms out to the street Try'n touch the whip They wanna be us, they They wanna be friends They wanna see what we be doin' on the weekends But, you can't live my life, boy Uh, you can't live my life, boy

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