The Floor Mac Miller

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Well, let's get up out of here, we keep on headin' up
Another thousand years until we feelin' Heaven's touch
I work around the clock, twenty-four-seven-plus
She love it when we fuck, so she gon' let me fuck
I finally got it all, still I can't get enough
I'm landin' on the green, but hittin' out the rough
Your eyes is on the screen, I bеt they miss a lot
They throwin' flowers at my feet, but don't forgеt me not
No opinions, I'm feelin' so mint condition, I swear
You always missin' the point, but still you swing a lot
You can bring your women, but don't bring your thoughts
We open up your mind, you think before we talk

[Chorus]
The floor is yours (Ah, ah)
The floor is yours (Ah)
Do what you wanna do with it (Ah)
The floor is yours (Ah)
Do what you wanna do with it (Ah)
The floor is yours