Mac Miller - Living All Your Dreams lyrics

[Hook: Mac Miller] Roll up to your party Smoking all of your weed f**ing all of your b**hes Popping all of these beans Taking all of your money Sipping all of this lean Don't be mad at this pimping We just living all of your dreams [Verse 1: Mac Miller] Mine is gold, tell a motherf**er take me further now Everything is purple when you live inside a circus town Blunts by the boxes and it's nothing but that chronic Like it's Dr. Dre in '92, depends what I climb into So astronomical my story come in chronicles Money got a pocket full, my b**h she made the honor roll College hoes, love to swallow whole, tell 'em drop it low Working 'til I die so I can be somewhere tropical Nothing that I wear is cheap, master suite that's where I sleep Girls I like them cla**y reading books and f** with Meryl Streep Rappers try but I guarantee that they'll get two of these b**hes know come up to Mac and get your p**y pleased [Hook: Mac Miller](x2) [Verse 2: Mack Maine] I either hustle, hustle like the rent was due yesterday Muscle car got more muscles than a heavyweight I take these b**hes breath away resuscitate And the weed I'm smoking strong that's pepper spray That's strong, p**y walls I enter and redecorate All the police ever say is stay behind the yellow tape AK to your nose make them n***as call you letter face Turn you into a vegetable then cut you up like carrot cake It's Mack Maine YMCM, creeping with ya BM Wait we just had a moment, that's that carpe diem Condo look like coliseum, main b**h look like hallelujah She go green she don't eat meat, she recycle to stop pollution She like girls and I like girls menage a trois we don't do twosomes And bet she swallow when I come to a conclusion It's Mack Maine in this mahf**er with champagne in this mahf**er We and Wayne ain't worried about a damn thang in this mahf**er [Hook: Mac Miller](x2) [Verse 3: 2 Chainz] This that cla**ic flow this that type of sh** people be asking for Take your shoes off this that special floor Make them kiss my testicles Bounce on this dick like it's a sixty-four [?] like a mistletoe Point missiles at your car door, back door, front door I'm riding a Gallardo I f** with b**hes that'll put you on [?] Pocket full of brick [?], hit you when I get there They ask me if I'm the sh**, I had to tell them sh** ya When there I ain't sit there what I spent there was your rent fare Mink coat like a pimp wear Take your b**h when I wink at her k** your a** in a pink sweater n***as know not to f** with me Drinking lean with my pinky out like it's a cup of tea [Hook: Mac Miller](x2)