Mac Daddy (Tru’s Reality) [Telemitry Remix] TobyMac (Ft. TruDog)

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[Intro]
(Rock the beat-beat-beat-beat)
Show me how to do it, drop that beat

[Verse 1]
I want a Macintosh laptop, packaging so posh
Fits like a glove in that tiny little white box
Pretty as a picture, but it ain't all show
At 8 RAM deep, I'll be running Logic Pro
To make my own beats, dad
Keep me off the streets, dad
And Xbox would even take a back seat
So please give me a job so I can stack that paper
(Rock the beat-beat-beat-beat-beat-beat-beat-beat-be-be-be-be-)
Cause this is major

[Chorus: TRU and TobyMac]
I want a Mac
I want a Mac, daddy
I need a Mac (So I can make my own beats)
I want a Mac
I want a Mac, daddy
I need a Mac
(Them apples don't grow on trees)

[Verse 2: TRU and TobyMac]
Yo, I'm saving for a laptop and looking for some work (Work)
5 bucks an hour, and I'm willing to serve (Serve)
Ain't no job too U-G-L to the Y
I'll do almost anything to make that MacBook fly
Yo, I'd teach Judah to cross it over
Then play chess all day with Moses
I'll take Leo to the Franklin Fair
Dad, I'd even braid Marlee's hair (hair, hair, hair, hair)
(Come on man)