Aliens Fighting Robots

[Intro: Sir Michael Rocks & Mac Miller] I think this is yours Uh (Hahaha, hahaha) That works too Anyway Guess who it is, everybody [Verse 1: Mac Miller] Y'all is dead weight, less great, always gettin' second place I tend to race ahead of pace, dippin' while I'm dressed in Bape Then they chase, catch me if you can, I ain't DiCaprio This lucid dream will have you go like half a dose of Adderall Capicola sandwiches are tasty from Primanti's I'm a 5'7" giant, Brandon Jacobs, Eli Manning Girls with makeup get demanding, but they fake like orange tanning So my girl and I be up like we some college students cramming For a test that we ain't study for, wonder will she love me more With money, 'cause if not, I'm not sure what all this money for Feelin' like a hundred wars are goin' on currently Soldiers sent to death on some jets for the currency Poison, take this mercury, I'll teach you for a learner's fee How to turn your girlfriend to a circus freak Cool by the word of Keith, fabric by the hand of Zeus Actin' like you fuckin' with me, that's some shit I can't excuse Focus is on manual, control the panoramic view, universe You got a chance, don't blow it like how a tuba works I plan to do somethin' that ain't tangible Now I'm 'bout to hand it to the homie Mikey (Michael) Rocks Hear what he sayin' to you [Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks] Take a trip, took a molly out with Banco Populari (Uh-huh) The word round the city is he sit in a Ferrari (Yeah) I told myself I wouldn't get it, I'm sorry That's my bad, I party 'til my Carties get foggy Can't keep her hands off of me, got her lock, then lost the key (Lost it) Weed smoke make it hard to see, we go harder than Carter one Excuse me, baby, pardon me, can you fuck me like the honeymoon? Not sayin' it's comin' soon, but I want the real show (Real show) Get me the treatment that you gettin' all the heels for (Heels for) The shit they payin' all the bills for (Bills for) Man, I missed it, that cake taste delicious They can't wait for vacations, paid for by pictures I'm feelin' good (Feelin' good), I'm peelin' bills, I'm real as hell I don't front (Yeah), I roll blunts and papers I don't fuck with fakers, your girl is askin' me if I'ma take her I'm straight though, you see, I'm booked up 'til April That's mine, that's me, I take those, you tryna see some pesos Then shake though, you get exactly what you pay for Stop actin' like you can't go, you swaggin' to the ankles I feel you, baby, hopefully I look familiar, maybe [Chorus 1: Sir Michael Rocks] Fallin' down the same rabbit hole lookin' for love But you will never ever get it, because It seem like it only happen when I'm holdin' the drugs And you can never ever see her, because [Verse 3: Mac Miller] Life a cliché, it ain't a bad one First the plane land, and then the bags come We walkin' on this planet, seekin' action Break a girl's heart, sorry Ms. Jackson [Chorus 1: Sir Michael Rocks] Fallin' down the same rabbit hole lookin' for love And you will never ever get it, because It seem like it only happen when I'm holdin' the drugs And you can never ever see her [Chorus 2: Mac Miller] And it don't stop 'til the aliens fight the robots And all the ladies take their clothes off I'm here with Mikey and we gon' rock This some shit you won't top (Uh-huh) I said it don't stop 'til the aliens fight the robots And all the ladies take their clothes off I'm here with Mikey and we gon' rock This some shit you won't top (Top) [Interlude: Mac Miller] Uh Cheah [Bridge: Mac Miller] I'm so high, what you think about that, baby? On some other shit that tend to make me act crazy Fifteen thousand, blow it on clothes 6 in the mornin', still sittin' here throwed I'm buggin' out, buggin' out, I wonder if they know Pull up to her house and I wonder if she home Buggin' out, buggin' out, I wonder if they know Pull up to her house and I wonder if she home [Outro] Can I have some? Can I have some? J'peux en avoir? J'peux en avoir?