The Glide

[Intro: Mac Miller] Ahem Microphone check, one-two, one-two Haha, hey, haha I figured I'd get funky for a second, if that's okay with y'all Uh-huh, uh-huh It go, it go Hey, hey, look, uh, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Mac Miller] They probably used to this Jewish kid foolin' with the music shit Ludacrisly move a bitch, she feel it in her uterus I'm generous and clever with this effort, so intelligent Sentence wreckin' in seconds, invest in it for the hell of it Tell a bitch she outie if you smell of fish, hell no Hand her soap and tell her, "Go and get it fixed" Never hear the end of it Laughin' with your friends like some degenerates But be nice, these females' feelings are kinda delicate Never get the etiquette Boy, I'm a asshole Five-star restaurant, smokin' green tobacco And TreeJay only eat it with Tabasco He never try that tuna-noodle casserole Ha-ha-ha, he-he-he, what the fuck was that? Mothafucka, I'm skeed Learned to smoke weed before I ever learned to read Hey, kids, you can be just like me [Chorus: Mac Miller] And now we go front, back, side to side Everybody just glide If you gettin' high, throw your hands in the sky And do that shit one more time Say we go front, back, side to side Everybody just glide If you gettin' high, throw your hands in the sky Tell the person to your left that you fly (I'm fly) [Verse 2: Palermo Stone] So fly, baby, buzzin' like an insect Buggin' every track that I infest, been best Simple intellect, feelin' that I've been up next Feeling all the interest in puttin' all the hate to rest No atheist, but self-made Great team, we just tryna get ourselves paid Never been on E, all my boosters pump gas for me Gassed up like a Hummer for the summer And everything I did was a runner for the numbers All the critics got a woody, the foundation with the lumber Fronters, ha, will never get no shine Y'all struggle through life, and we just gon' glide Hop on the bandwagon, squeeze for the ride Trees for the trip, beans for my high Reach for the sky, yeah, it's worth a try But you still couldn't touch a man this fly [Chorus: Mac Miller] And now we go front, back, side to side Everybody just glide If you gettin' high, throw your hands in the sky And do that shit one more time Say we go front, back, side to side Everybody just glide If you gettin' high, throw your hands in the sky Tell the person to your left that you fly (I'm fly)