Barz For Dayz Lyrics - The Jukebox - Mac Miller

Lick it, Split it, Twist it, Hit it, Splif it, Pitch it, Roll Anotha. x4 

Haha, Yo you see they probably wonder why I dont smile 

Cuz this cats need to get there own style 

Hold the phone dial 

I go miles, when im sprinting on the beat 

you get lifted of yo feet 

when yo spliffin up my trees 

Quit givin me a speech 

i really tryna hear this 

see with these lyrics 

im tryna run fearless 

We playing games in this jungle, Jumanji 

With bomb tree, hidden under all my dirty laundry 

Call me an arm free fucking around 

Im putting words in your mind 

so you in love with the sound 

They saving my place 

tryna shove this food in my face 

so they force it down my throat 

til im use to the taste 

Now move to your place 

Cuz im campin out on top 

fresh kicks on my feet 

while you sititn in some socks 

Cops tryna get me lock 

Catch me fucking with shenanigans 

But ill just handle them and throw them in the ambulance 

They want to know what my hands is in 

Scare me straight 

Get back bitch i aint tryna share my plate 

Whats good fam, i love money, i will marry cake. 

Get a rich bitch like Ashley and Mary Kate. 

And i aint talking about one of them 

Im getting both 

I grab them and get a lo 

And then take their money and their coats 

I blow trees, so my mouth is always filled with smoke 

You sniffin coke 

Singing but you havent hit a note 

Plus that shit you wrote isnt set to carry a crowd 

Im legendary anywhere that im out 

Im sharing this pound 

With my people like a how high sequel 

Told my people need to air out the house 

So beware of my mouth 

Spittin venom, coming out the cerebellum 

with these kicks on my feet, 

See i told you i was gellin 

You playin felon 

you in stealin a penny 

i put a hole in your belly like you oprah or jenny 

Lick it, Split it, Twist it, Hit it, Splif it, Pitch it, Roll Anotha. x4 

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I sport a long white tee, fitted cap, baggy pants. 

If you see me be sure to slap my hand 

Some people do it for the love 

Some peiple do it cuz they can 

But me, Im tryna be legend like Bag a Vance 

Some rap will make you think 

While other shit will make you dance 

So i bump what ever is in the system 

Tryin to make some plans 

I just want to see whats good for the night time 

IF nothings hype, Ima head up to crib and write rhymes 

Age like white wine, nicer by the second, 

Thats why i never put punctuation on a sentence 

Cuz the song goes on, here a dope song 

If they say i wasnt for real, then you was told wrong 

See you aint on, what we on 

You bright, Im neon 

Im smoking up the weed till the tree gone 

Yeaahh 

My life is up and down like a sew saw 

So i stay with a Bitch like Leon...Phelps 

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