Mac Miller - Piffsburg lyrics

I wanna get blunted, my brother! Tick-tock motherf**ers! Greetings! I wanna get blunted my brother! [Hook] Some days I be feelin' like I am the sh** Wearin' clothes right out the package lookin' how nice they fit And I swear I'mma be the f**in' dopest As long as I could stay up on my grind I'mma always know where my home is I've got a Piffsburgh state of mind! [Verse 1: Mac Miller] Hey yo I'm comin' to, comin' to, comin' to, comin' to Comin' around again, runnin', runnin' around with them Me and a thousand of my friends Gettin' lifted, dazed and confused, controllin' this stick shift I've been workin' hard baby, feelin' like it's my sixth shift Dealin' with different situations, gettin' a bit of congratulations Sick with the rhymes, splittin' your minds, feelin' the good vibrations! Excitement, you see these different places I'm invited While you're writin', it's in the people's ears, they callin' you Tyson The nicest, you've seen in awhile Believe it, the people the reason I'm out They throwin' me love, and open me up That's why I see em' and greet em' with smiles Shorty be lettin' me into her house Pickin' her up and kickin' her down They pa**in' me weed, relaxin' with me They heard that the kid was the chillest around Somewhere in Piffsburgh, kickin' it back watchin' the Steelers Put your Reggie Bush away, we got some real herb Shorty a , so nah I don't feel her Cause I'm just on to the next, don't get your feelings hurt [Hook] [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Hey, a different city every day, the same youngin' though Hoes from the bungalows who wanna drop and touch their toes Lookin' for some money, we ain't gonna give em nothin', no It's big pimpin' over here , where the f** you go? I be foolin' around, chillin' and pa**in' the doobie around Out on the road, bout to be blowed Everyone know I'm a fountain with flow Up at the Telly, I'm countin' my dough Makin' this money you out with your ho Gettin' a couple of thousand a show So if you still don't, then act like you know Never done heard of a rapper before Rappers so mad that they're clappin' like oh! That man Mac on a roll, they jumpin' with joy, see em tappin' they toes Told you that no one can spit it like I Out gettin' money you sittin' inside Never are they ever sick of my rhyme, need to be chiefin' this piff gettin' high Maybe I'ma slow it down This sh** blowin' your mind, I got the dopest sound You better start rollin' up, the most dope around I'm so high, not even close to down!