Good Evening - Mac Miller

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Good Evening

Yeahhh

Uh

When I party in new york take the late night subway

Goin out friday they comin home monday

From all directions never find me on a one way flavor

The rhyme jus the icing on the cupcake fuck face

My fans notice these other rappers is bogus

I’m supercalifragalisticexpialidocious

And the boys stay kickin incredibly dope shit

Make my momma proud cause my clothes fit

Travel round the globe bitch on my louis clarke shit

Don’t matter where I live cause I can tell you where my heart is

I jus stay on my side fuck where everybody at

Tell the planet peace cause I’m gone I ain’t comin back

Had the whole regular life I can tell you that I’m done with that

Tryin build a mil off a couple stacks on my own business

Investin all I got into these fuckin raps

Willy park the money hand it off n then it’s runnin back

Ayo you fuck with that, uh

You gotta fuck with that

You in love with dat, look

Uh, mac miller

Takin sips from the fountain of youth

If you ain’t heard about the kid then you outta the loop

As I’m sittin back starin at this world out in my eyes

See out the window in my room that I’m hidden inside

I’m just a kid who stays speakin his thoughts talkin his mind

Life a roller coaster but I stay along for the ride

Put my heart up on the page and the song in the crowd

It’s large and behind the way you stayin caught in lie the boy

Ain’t a shocker I’m a topic of discussion

Motherfucker want my spot so they probably wish I wasn’t

They give a lil love like everyone does

In reality they stone off that competitive drug

And I don’t blame em, cause those who above me I’m gunnin for

Tryin to make my way to the top startin from the floor

And I don’t even need to bring a single gun to war

Cause I be on some shit they that they a’int ever done before

Takin over piece by piece, startin from the core

It’s only been a year I could stick around a hundred

Said I could stick around hundred more

I a’int goin nowhere

Young and some much time to go

Jerm you might as well keep this one rollin

I got like one more verse

I haven’t spit three verses on a song in a minute

Ehum, see if I can remember this one verse

Aight look

You can find me in the lab workin overtime

Smell the weed when you go on by

Global grind, I a’int just a local guy

When you’re feelin stressed out, have it now

Blow money, keep my lady decked out in Chanel

Live fast when I die better wish me well

Ha, I just they servin beer in hell

Just an everyday story that I’m here to tell

So please, stick around for the epilogue

For anyone who ever blogged, probably heard my name

Hip hops underdog he wanna win the game

I’m sick of hearin how music change, never been the same

And these dudes who think they everything and never pick a lane

Call yourself a vet but haven’t won a single game

Mad every girl got my name imprinted in her brain

Boy I’m a beast, match the style in bars

Find me smokin weed where the wild things are, ha

Yes sir

So I mean I had to take this time, real quickly

To just go in

I don’t know man I feel like you should never stop goin in on your shit

That’s just me

I mean Q, Tree Jay out there we excited just makin history

And germ of course