Erica's House Lyrics - Mac Miller

Around a fire doing a thunder dance 

You know what's a funny word? Underpants 

Let's go to Syria and have a war 

Stop fucking calling me Macklemore 

That's not my name, well kinda 

It's kind of my name 

(A little bit louder) 

Yeah, so I sold the mansion and moved to my mom's attic 

Life was a blockbuster but now it's a cult classic 

Smoke 'til I'm asthmatic, embracing my bad habits 

Travelling down the hall, I'm chasing a fast rabbit 

Well that's acid, still weird from my last tablet 

I love like a folk singer but fuck like a crack addict 

Practicing black magic and watching some car crashes 

Snapchattin' a dick pic and sent it to Bob Saget (I'm a faggot) 

Word, the aliens have landed 

I don't panic in my fortress made of granite 

Take life for granted, probably won't when it ends 

Thank God I'm sober again 

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Run away, run away 

Run, run, run away 

Oh my... 

Who let the dogs out? 

Stop what you're doing and put 'em back in the doghouse 

I wasn't human, I'm feeling like I'm a god now 

But most of the time I don't need to know what I'm talking 'bout 

Bitch, I'm a walking, talking crocodile 

Take a picture with my mom and crop her out 

Go to her house, coked up, and lock her out 

(Sorry about that) 

I'm possibly a phony, don't believe me 

You can't tell that I'm so lonely from the TV 

I hate myself cause I'm a white rapper 

I hate white rappers but an industry of kite masters made me rich 

Short-shorts and high socks 

I feel like chalk without a sidewalk 

Back in the 'burgh I'mma eat at my favorite Thai spot 

And smile as the hungry eyes watch 

Photos 

Yeah, still having sex with blind people (it feel good) 

They say my pussy smell like pine needles (as it should) 

Bust a nut in the poultry section at Giant Eagle 

Stare a chicken in the face like, bitch, I'mma eat you 

Yea, I'm all kinds of evil 

Eating mushrooms out in London trynna find the Beatles 

I'm still sick of people 

Go back to saying, be a chief and kick it with Mr. Roedel 

(That was my English teacher) 

Retina display on my Macintosh 

That's high definition jacking off 

In LA trying to get me an acting job 

Cause my idol David Hasselhoff 

Man, Germans love David Hasselhoff 

I hear they like David Hasselhoff more than they like Jews 

And they love Jews out there 

Runaway, catch a plane 

Know I did, ooh 

Ooh, ooh 

Runaway, Runaway, Runaway 

Ooh, ooh 

Girl, Runaway 

You better run away