[Verse 1: Mac Miller & Delusional Thomas]
Yeah, okay
Um, the raps are on hurricane
They don't know my, they don't know my, they don't know my bitch's name
I wasn't dealin' 'caine, homie, I was doin' 'caine
Now, I meditate, and I'll be back like a boomerang
There's blood runnin' through my Old Jewish veins
Super Saiyan, who's the man? Mac Miller, tell the land
And don't ask, I ain't talkin' 'bout Wiz Khalifa
If you ask, he prolly didn't either
Yeah, misdemeanor, we ain't worried 'bout it, keep it movin'
Mayan every city, we ain't leave it ruined
I had dreams beforе nightmares
You worried about the futurе, homie, everything was right there
Polo shorts still hang low though
I still got a beer in my hand, I'm still dressin' like a hobo
It's a motherfuckin' gangster party
Smokin' weed, preachin' freedom like my name was Marley
Yeah, In God We Trust
I'm still a kid, treat the world like Toys "R" Us
Gimme that, gimme this, gimme more
Gimme shit I never had, gimme shit I had before
Uh, want all the information
I'm at the studio, I keep all my bitches waitin'
I keep all my bitches waitin'
Yeah, I keep all my–
[Chorus: Mac Miller]
Said bitches love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
These bitches love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
These bitches love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
(Oh my God, goddamn)
Yeah, these bitches love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
These bitches love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
These bitches love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
(This [?] not your man)
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Yeah, um
Why you talkin' about profit?
Just made about a hundred stacks on a audit
I can see the ocean while I'm sittin' in my office
And I can see the future, it exists in my subconscious
Ooh, I had it, then I lost it
I've been through weed, lean, cocaine, now I'm an alcoholic, yeah
Motherfucker, it's about time
My brother honkin' on the horn, he in the car outside
Got a meetin' with my bitch, and I don't wanna go
But everybody gotta clean her dirty laundry though
A little soup for the soul, they not like crackers
Kids use their parents money, they like white rappers
So many potholes in the 'Burgh roads
(I've waited so long) Now it's my turn though
Goddamn, why you so impatient?
I keep all my bitches waitin'
[Chorus: Mac Miller]
Said bitches love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
These bitches love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
These bitches love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
(Oh my God, goddamn)
Yeah, these bitches love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
These bitches love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
These bitches love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
(This [?] not your man)
