Come On Baby Cookin Soul (Ft. Mac Miller)

[Intro]
(Come on, baby)
Cookin Soul
(Come on, baby)

[Chorus: Killa Kyleon]
Hey, we got whatever if you need it
So pour yourself a drink and get the weed lit (Come on, baby)
Bring a couple friends, I can bring mine
We can get together, have a good time, so (Come on, baby)
Hey, we got the gin and Patrón
Good kush, bring the papers and a bong (Come on, baby)
So let yourself go and get naughty
Have a good time, let's party, yeah (Aight, look; come on, baby)

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Dazed and confused, I've been breakin' the rules since the age I was two
Gave the fat girl a buck and she sang you a tune (Come on, baby)
When your face up in the news and you makin' these moves
It's best to tune out all these fools always hatin' on you (Come on, baby)
When my eyes shut, I'ma be fucked up
They gotta notice that we always on the come up (Come on, baby)
Hey, they see the way I'm spittin' all this hot for you
Been doin' the impossible, slow it down, chopped and screwed (Come on, baby)
Sicker than a hospital, rollin' with a Mötley Crüe
Stars, connect a dot or two
You can't fill the shoes that I'ma slip my feet and socks into (Come on, baby)
Buy it, rip the tags, in the bag, it's a wrap
I ain't gonna give it back, Mac, run it (Come on, baby)