
Erica’s House Mac Miller (Ft. TreeJay)
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[Intro: 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, kind of, it's kind of my name (Little bit louder)
Yeah, so
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
I sold the mansion and moved in my mom's attic (Yeah)
Life was a blockbuster but now it's a cult classic (Yup)
Smoke 'til I'm asthmatic, embracing my bad habits
Traveling down the hole, I'm chasing a fast rabbit (Fall)
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, sent it to Bob Saget (I'm a faggot)
Word (Word) the aliens have landed (Aliens have landed)
I don't panic in my fortress made of granite (Woo!)
Take life for granted, probably won't when it end
Thank God I'm sober again
[Chorus: Treejay]
Run away
Run away
Run, run, run away
Oh my...
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, kind of, it's kind of my name (Little bit louder)
Yeah, so
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
I sold the mansion and moved in my mom's attic (Yeah)
Life was a blockbuster but now it's a cult classic (Yup)
Smoke 'til I'm asthmatic, embracing my bad habits
Traveling down the hole, I'm chasing a fast rabbit (Fall)
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, sent it to Bob Saget (I'm a faggot)
Word (Word) the aliens have landed (Aliens have landed)
I don't panic in my fortress made of granite (Woo!)
Take life for granted, probably won't when it end
Thank God I'm sober again
[Chorus: Treejay]
Run away
Run away
Run, run, run away
Oh my...
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