Vices

[Intro: Mac Miller]

Yeah, okay

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, I'm on yo' head

Yeah, I'm on yo' head

Okay, I'm on yo' head

I'm on yo'— (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]

Okay, I'm on yo' head like a bookie when you overdue

Been dead, I just wrote the tune

I'm CNN to the local news

See, what I do inside this vocal booth

Can only be described as a screw when it's goin' loose

I know the truth is only spoken to a chosen few

Know the rules get broken like a bone when I get hold of you

So don't you move

Hotel room of hoes come with ocean views

Heaven here below the roof

Heaven here below the roof

She lick the liquor off me

It's a hobby tryna keep all of these bitches off me

When they really want me, and the

Dick is godly, stick is Crosby

It isn't hockey, but this game is cold as veins that flow within a zombie

Bless you when I'm in your body

The main event on every television set, so don't forget to watch me

Became rich, I ain't been the same since

Now my whip speak a different language, and it's always talkin'

[Chorus: Mac Miller & Choo Jackson]

I'm no angel, no wings, no halo

I got vices too

Woah, woah, woah, woah

I get fed up and I get fucked up

Said, I got vices too

Woah, woah, woah, woah

[Post-Chorus: Choo Jackson]

Jameson and ginger ale, please

I'm stressin', gotta get this cheese

[?]

Jameson and ginger ale, please

Jameson and ginger ale, please

(Bartender! Bartender!)

Jameson and ginger ale, please

[Verse 2: Choo Jackson]

I know I'm hard to handle

Lookin' for me, find me at the bottom of a barrel

Yeah, work some other cheap skirts like old Camaro

Lookin' like a pharaoh

Can't find the actavis, these niggas sippin' yellow

I thought I always had to drink to try to fight depression

Now I go and spend the bank up on a normal necklace

Now I'm jumpin' in these bitches just to ease the pressure

I always keep the golden glover, that my lethal weapon

I always had the crazy visions of the foreign vessels

Stressed out, pop a blood vessel

Took off like a skud missile

Listen, man, I always been in rule since middle school

Gotta stay fucked up, that's the golden rule

Ain't too much to prove

They wanna drink the juice, so they gotta squeeze the prune

Got bills while I'm lookin' for a freak

God, I'll deal with that shit next week, next week

[Chorus: Mac Miller & Choo Jackson]

I'm no angel, no wings, no halo

I got vices too

Woah, woah, woah, woah

I get fed up and I get fucked up

Said, I got vices too

Woah, woah, woah, woah

[Post-Chorus: Choo Jackson]

Jameson and ginger ale, please

I'm stressin', gotta get this cheese

[?]

Jameson and ginger ale, please

Jameson and ginger ale, please

(Bartender! Bartender!)

Jameson and ginger ale, please