The Finer Things Mac Miller

[Intro]
Yeah, Mac Miller, ayy (Uh)
You know the finer things in life, you know (They know, they know)
Sometimes you gotta kick back and enjoy that shit
Look, just relax (Roll that sticky up) (It's summertime, bitch, haha)

[Verse 1]
I like sittin' in shotgun, deuce on a L (Deuce on a L)
Parents not carin' 'cause they used to the smell
Classy-ass women, fresh-ass linen (Yeah)
Hot summer days with a pool I can swim in (Cheah)
A good spot to kick it (What?), a case of 40's
Them homies always havin' good stories (Yep)
The beer bottles with the twist-off caps (Uh-huh)
When old people tell you that they listen to rap
I love days I can sleep in (Sleep in), four day weekends (Weekends)
Hoes puttin' they clothes back on, you peekin' (I see you, haha)
Blunt rides, with a mixtape bumpin' (Uh-huh)
I love makin' love in public
And when the hip-hop legend tour comin' to your town (Comin' to your town)
Findin' a crispy-ass twenty on the ground (Yep)
Walkin' when the sun out, watchin' Run's House (That was a good show, haha)
Or action movies when the villain pull his gun out

[Chorus]
The best things in life is the free ones
The little things, everybody need some (Haha)
The finer things make you feel better (Yeah, better)
But no one ever seem to remember (Yeah)
The best things in life is the free ones (Uh-huh)
The little things, everybody need some (Ha-ha)
The finer things make you feel better
But no one ever seem to remember (What else, uh)