Cold Mac Miller (Ft. Curren$y)

[Intro: Mac Miller]
Uh
Ugh, haha, it's ill
Ugh
Uh

[Chorus: Mac Miller]
Who the coldest motherfucker in the room?
(Who the coldest motherfucker in the room? Ah)
Who the coldest motherfucker in the room?
(Who the coldest motherfucker in the room? Ah)
And who the coldest motherfucker that you know? (Yeah)
(Who the coldest motherfucker that you know? And another one; ah)
Bring him 'round here, he's gettin' froze
(He's gettin' froze, he's gettin' froze)

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Roll it up, let's smoke
And tell me why your bitch look like Glenn Close
I'm on my own two, that's ten toes
First the bullets fly, somebody says, "Go" (Go)
Why you bet low when your Jordans retro?
Girls playin' games for the bills, they Drew Bledsoe (Woah)
There's a lot that you can buy, but I'll never own
And a lot of information that I'll never know
Learn 'til they get concerned for my sanity
A life that's filled with vanity needs a little clarity (Clarity)
This the truth, this a taste, can you handle it?
A million dollars couldn't cover up the damages
Naked girl at the crib makin' sandwiches (Uh-huh)
And when we makin' love, I got a candle lit (Uh-huh)
Some romantic shit to put her in the mood
The world woke me up, now I'm lookin' at the snooze (What to do?)