Pranks 4 Players Lyrics - I Love Life, Thank You -mixtape - Mac Miller

It go rock-a-bye baby 

What if I'm fuckin' with my butterfly lady 

In the backseat of the 'Cedes, or the Saleen 

Something that I cop, made in the eighties 

I've been lost inside this puzzle 

Rearrangin', keep on sayin' 

I'm a god damn fool 

Tell me quit playin' 

I'm like, "no can do" 

Been through this bullshit 

Actin' foolish as a dude that's hit with Cupid doings 

Music is the key to everything I keep pursuin' 

Bitches used to do the friend thing 

Now they ask me what I'm doin' 

Trying to give me head before the show 

Go out, I'm interviewin' with a student newspaper 

Maybe with the radio 

Curb Your Enthusiasm 

Huh, the Larry David Show 

It's something that we probably watchin' while we be gettin' high 

Step aside if anybody think they lookin' fresh as I am 

With my Daily Bread hoodie and a floor hat 

This shit these rappers talkin 'bout 

I'm getting bored of that 

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This, or that 

And a wiffle ball bat 

Make a million dollars 

Then I give it all back 

These rappers talking shit 

When they shit is all wack 

Yeah I said it on wax 

Pulling stars from the sky 

Live large, get high 

Women lie, men lie 

But we always fly 

At the end of the movie 

Dubs always cry 

Pulling stars from the sky 

Live large, get high 

Photos 

It's all live, baby 

Golded up like Tut 

It make guys hate me 

But I ain't giving a fuck 

I tell them, "drive safely" 

How dare a man lift his hand at me 

Like I'm goin' flinch, I'm not no bitch 

With the concreature concrete monuments 

Your man prolly pack his bag if you tryin' to trip 

Nick Bruno, Boldy James kinda shit 

It's like the Godfather, y'all gotta honor this 

Tryin' to split the money up like communists 

You should shake the person hand that put you on to this 

Hold up, that's the swag you would kill for (kill for) 

What the fuck you tryin' to chill for (wake up) 

Are you alive or a still born 

Cause you really ain't livin' till you get yours 

Sky's the limit, we could build doors 

Open 'em up, nothing gon' be closed, I'm sure 

This, or that 

And a wiffle ball bat 

Make a million dollars 

Then I give it all back 

These rappers talking shit 

When they shit be all wack 

Yeah I said it on wax 

We pullin' stars out the sky 

Live large, get high 

Women lie, men lie 

But we always fly 

At the end of the movie 

Dubs always cry 

Pullin' stars out the sky 

Live large, get high, ha