[Intro: Mac Miller]
Around a fire doin' a thunder dance
You know what's a funny word? Underpants
Let's go to Syria and have a war
Stop fuckin' callin' me Macklemore
That's not my name
Well, kind of, it's kind of my name (Little bit louder)
(Hmm, murr, see) Yeah (Murr, see)
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
So, I sold the mansion and moved in my mom's attic (Yeah)
Life was a blockbuster, but now it's a cult classic (Yup)
Smoke 'til I'm asthmatic, embracin' my bad habits
Travelin' down the hole, I'm chasin' a fast rabbit (Fall)
Well, that's acid, still weird from my last tablet
I love like a folk singer, but fuck like a crack addict
Practicin' black magic and watchin' some car crashes
Snapchattin' a dick pic, sent it to Bob Saget (I'm a faggot)
Word (Word), the aliens have landed (Aliens have landed)
I don't panic in my fortress made of granite (Woo)
Take life for granted, probably won't when it end (Won't when it end)
Thank God I'm sober again (Sober again)
[Chorus: TreeJay]
Run away, run away
Run, run, run away
Oh my
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Who let the dogs out?
Stop what you're doin' and put 'em back in the doghouse (The doghouse)
I was a human, I'm feelin' like I'm a god now (Aah)
But most of the time, I don't even know what I'm talkin' 'bout (Talkin' 'bout)
Bitch, I'm a walkin', talkin' crocodile (What?)
Take a picture with my mom, and crop her out (Crop her out)
Go to her house coked up, and lock her out (And lock her out)
(I was high, man; Sorry about that; I was just fuckin' high, man, I don't know) Yeah, I'm possibly a phony, don't believe me (Don't believe me)
You can't tell that I'm so lonely from the TV (Yah)
I hate myself 'cause I'm a white rapper (Corny), I hate white rappers (Corny)
But an industry of kike masters made me rich (I'll take it)
Short shorts and high socks (High socks)
I feel like chalk without a sidewalk (Murr)
Back in the 'Burgh, I'ma eat at my favorite Thai spot (Pusadee's, what up?)
And smile as the hungry eyes watch (Biatch)
[Chorus: TreeJay & Mac Miller]
Run away, run away
Run, run, run away (Yo, shoutout that Gangster Jeff outro)
Oh my
[Verse 3: Mac Miller]
Yeah
Still havin' sex with blind people (Feel good)
They say my pussy smell like pine needles (As it should)
Bust a nut in the poultry section at Giant Eagle (Giant Eagle)
Stare a chicken in the face like, "Bitch, I'ma eat you" (What's up?)
Yeah, I'm all kinds of evil
Eatin' mushrooms out in London, tryna find the Beatles (Fuck's John Lennon at?)
I'm still sick of people
Go back to St. Bede, chief, and kick it with Mr. Roedel (That was my English teacher)
Retina display on my Macintosh (Macintosh)
That's high-definition jackin' off
Out in L.A., tryna get me an actin' job (Actin' job)
'Cause my idol David Hasselhoff (That's the boss)
[Interlude: Mac Miller]
Man, Germans love David Hasselhoff
I hear they like David Hasselhoff more than they like Jews
And they love Jews out there
[Outro: TreeJay]
Ah
Run away, catch a plane, on my dick, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Run away, run away, run away, run away
Ooh, ooh
Girl, run away
Yeah, yeah, ha
You better run away
