Flight of the Nightcrawler Mac Miller
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[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ladies and gentlemen (Woo)
Yeah, it's 8 o'clock in the mor—
[Verse]
Yeah, it's 8 o'clock in the mornin' (Woo)
Still up recordin' in the studio I built inside my house
I am an orphan, there's no father to my style (Hell nah)
I grew up a delinquent, head is screwed up that I think with
Moonwalkin' on a cloud (He)
I told her roll wistle, mommy on the couch (Couch)
Said the dick is like a hobby for her mouth, and we just killin' time (Woah)
I can feel your energy, I hope you feelin' mine
(I'm the motherfucker that you call 'cause I can get you high)
Feel the vibes, we don't need no wheels to ride (Nah)
Dancin' on her silver line
I ain't goin' nowhere, like the people holdin' picket signs (Woo)
In it for the long haul (Uh-huh), I always been an oddball
The world is just my console, walkin' backwards to the finish line (Yeah)
You fuckin' with a champion (Champion)
Show me to the money, please, motherfuckin' ransom (Money)
Now witnessin' a motherfuckin' icon
The days are shorter, but the night long
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ladies and gentlemen (Woo)
Yeah, it's 8 o'clock in the mor—
[Verse]
Yeah, it's 8 o'clock in the mornin' (Woo)
Still up recordin' in the studio I built inside my house
I am an orphan, there's no father to my style (Hell nah)
I grew up a delinquent, head is screwed up that I think with
Moonwalkin' on a cloud (He)
I told her roll wistle, mommy on the couch (Couch)
Said the dick is like a hobby for her mouth, and we just killin' time (Woah)
I can feel your energy, I hope you feelin' mine
(I'm the motherfucker that you call 'cause I can get you high)
Feel the vibes, we don't need no wheels to ride (Nah)
Dancin' on her silver line
I ain't goin' nowhere, like the people holdin' picket signs (Woo)
In it for the long haul (Uh-huh), I always been an oddball
The world is just my console, walkin' backwards to the finish line (Yeah)
You fuckin' with a champion (Champion)
Show me to the money, please, motherfuckin' ransom (Money)
Now witnessin' a motherfuckin' icon
The days are shorter, but the night long
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