Programs Lyrics - Mac Miller

[Intro] 

Yep, yep, yep, yuh, yuh, yuh 

[Verse 1] 

I don't got a reason to lie 

They gave me the key to the sky 

But I'd rather open my eyes 

'Cause that's what'll keep me alive 

Somethin' that's easin' my mind 

Please do not fuck up my day 

Everybody want a headline 

I don't got nothin' to say 

'Cept I'm comin' back with the freshness 

You know I love makin' an entrance 

Now now, don't get defensive 

Time is a matter of seconds (one, two, yeah) 

Off to see the wizard, lead the picture, me and liquor 

Evil mixture, demons clitter 

Clean the whiskers, seeking Mr. Fisherman 

Back on my shit again 

Doin' my own dance 

Feel the rhythm that's no hands 

I tell ya vision like programs 

Busy livin' on triple digits, young old man 

Ya'll dead wrong I'm upper with the echelon 

So butter when the bread long 

I'm going strong till my head gone (til' my head gone) 

Yeah, floatin' back up on the scene I'm sayin hello (hello) 

Do my thing up on the strings like Tom Morello 

I keep it movin' you'll be doin way to much 

I ain't tellin' time just to tell you when it's up (yup) 

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[Chorus] 

Yeah, I'm only keepin' good company 

I am not talkin' to you if you don't have love for me (yeah) 

Yeah, one for you and one for me (yeah, yeah) 

I am not talkin' to you if you don't have love for me 

[Verse 2] 

Yeah, I mean wow, do not touch that dial 

I've waited a while, been around 

Just like word of mouth, you gon' hear me out (and I) 

And I, and I, and I put that on my house 

I'm always goin' overboard, I better swim before I drown (drown) 

I'm like rubber with the bounce, hundred be the count 

Drummin' loud, that's Stunner with the sounds (bang, bang, bang, bang) 

I was younger, fuck around, every summer wild 

Always had it jumpin' at the house 

Clappin' for ya'll, I'm into havin' it all 

Feelin' like Shaq with the call, stature is tall 

Rollin' around with the homies, a battery pack on my dawgs 

Fuck with my dawgs, havin' enough ain't a lot 

Puttin' a check in the box, straight to the top 

It don't matter, never mind the pattern when you're takin' your shot 

Yeah, enough with the bullshit, enough with the bullshit 

Enough with the extras, fuck all my money, I swear I been through it 

Fuck all the losin', that's just an illusion 

Gotta keep them comin' back for more to keep it movin' 

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[Outro] 

I'm only keepin' good company 

I am not talkin' to you if you don't have love for me (yeah) 

Yeah, one for you and one for me (yeah, yeah) 

I am not talkin' to you if you don't have love for me (love for me) 

Follow me another way 

Yeah, you know you better stand god damn 

Put your hands together, everybody got money, get the band together 

Movin' like you can't stand the weather, but it ain't gon' rain always