What Do You Do Lyrics - Mac Miller

This tambourine 

Shake her 

Man, I think I'm Eric Andre 

Man, I think I'm Louis C-K 

Man, I think so therefore I am 

Man, It's 8 A.M 

Man, My mind is an emporium of cute naked hoes 

My brother one of the only ones I can confide in 

It ain't no water in the pool, go ahead and dive in 

I toot my horn, I blow my bugle 

I recycle, I say "free beluga whales" on YouTube 

What do you do? 

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Okay, the pussy like trouble cause I'm in it often 

A drug habit like Philip Hoffman will probably put me in a coffin 

But down the slope in my toboggan 

Three day delirium, gettin' weirder than Austin 

Now it's 7 in the morning, this rapper life is so boring 

Still at it 

The drug absorbent, endorphin addict 

The evil follow me, I got a devil magnet 

I know a bitch will let you fuck her for coachella passes 

Oh so pompous the ambiance 

You remind me of the lobby of the Mondrian 

I saw you meditating, get your Gandhi on 

If she got that stank puss then I won't be long 

Never lose your mind because insanity is brutal 

Life's just like college, all you have's your noodle 

Mirror mirror on the wall, I'm staring at a dead man 

Me and Mikey go back like bron bron's headbands 

White American, hotter from the aryan 

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New Tibetan Mastiff, he hate it when you stare at him 

Jumping in (the jacuzzi on) say I fuck with you the long way 

I love you more than Kanye love Kanye 

Slave to the W, I don't hang with losers 

I'm in the suburbs doing drive-by's on Razor scooters 

It's my first try, so I got a 3rd eye 

It's work time, sell the coke to the students out in Irvine 

Coming off the high, listening to Jamiroquai 

Why we going through hell when we trying to get to paradise? 

It's like we ain't scared of death but we scared of life 

It's like we shooting for the stars but we scared of heights 

I'm in-doors, pair of gym shorts, with the Sith Lord 

We might go bowling later, maybe play Connect 4 

Get high, fucking with the Tech Deck 

Call in local middle schools and send in some death threats 

Hey look, when I tell you this, I mean this seriously, from the bottom of my heart 

I need the briefcase in 15 minutes, or everybody's finished 

I love my powder white, prefer my bitches black 

I'm getting lit with Dash, she don't see us in the back 

No longer little Mac, a briefcase with a million, cash 

Oh yea 

Let me off at the top 

Let me off at the top 

Let me off at the top 

Let me off at the top, we can keep riding for now 

Let me off at the top, the road keeps winding around 

Let me off at the top, oh I'm high as the clouds 

Let me off at the top, hey motherfucker shut your fuckin' mouth 

Yaaa