[Intro: Mac Miller]
Don Notz, haha
[Chorus: Mac Miller]
(Life) I'm your everyday blunt smokin', rap bumpin' imbecile
Your everyday blunt smokin', rap bumpin' imbecile
Your everyday blunt smokin', rap bumpin' imbecile
Blazin' the haze and just playin' with some syllables
I'm your everyday blunt smokin', rap bumpin' imbecile
Your everyday blunt smokin', rap bumpin' imbecile
Your everyday blunt smokin', rap bumpin' imbecile
Blazin' the haze and just playin' with some syllables (Yo, life)
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
I got the weight of some boulders that been placed up on my shoulders
I want this now, so I ain't gon' wait until I'm older (Nope)
I'm the soldier that be ready for war, with a pen as my sword
A paintbrush and the cement of the floor
Fuck a sixteen, here's a twenty-four
And if that ain't enough for you, I'll spit you twenty more (Haha)
I see you in the corner just chillin', wantin' somethin' to feel
Sick of talkin' 'bout money, you want somethin' that's real (Life, yup)
See, I've traveled down the root of all evil (Of all evil)
Along the way, I tried to carry all of my peoples
But I'm done with that shit, I'll take a blunt and some fifth
And a pen and a pad replace a gun and a clip (Life)
Thoughts of my mother, see, I always seem to think of my friends
I could stand against an army with my ink and a pen (Bring it)
I'll take a tax from your ass, go ahead and start swingin'
'Cause when it's my turn, your ears just won't be ringin' (Life)
See, I tear them shits off with these lyrics
Turn you into food to feed spirits, yup, I feed spirits
I know you fear it, but come close and listen
I'm speakin' so beautifully, these words get smitten (Smitten)
I got lyrics written (Written) on the walls and the ceilin' (Ceilin')
Every room in the crib, from my bathroom to kitchen (Kitchen)
This beat and words in the air through my bedroom
Cluttered space I have, but an inch of heaven
Don Notz, haha
[Chorus: Mac Miller]
(Life) I'm your everyday blunt smokin', rap bumpin' imbecile
Your everyday blunt smokin', rap bumpin' imbecile
Your everyday blunt smokin', rap bumpin' imbecile
Blazin' the haze and just playin' with some syllables
I'm your everyday blunt smokin', rap bumpin' imbecile
Your everyday blunt smokin', rap bumpin' imbecile
Your everyday blunt smokin', rap bumpin' imbecile
Blazin' the haze and just playin' with some syllables (Yo, life)
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
I got the weight of some boulders that been placed up on my shoulders
I want this now, so I ain't gon' wait until I'm older (Nope)
I'm the soldier that be ready for war, with a pen as my sword
A paintbrush and the cement of the floor
Fuck a sixteen, here's a twenty-four
And if that ain't enough for you, I'll spit you twenty more (Haha)
I see you in the corner just chillin', wantin' somethin' to feel
Sick of talkin' 'bout money, you want somethin' that's real (Life, yup)
See, I've traveled down the root of all evil (Of all evil)
Along the way, I tried to carry all of my peoples
But I'm done with that shit, I'll take a blunt and some fifth
And a pen and a pad replace a gun and a clip (Life)
Thoughts of my mother, see, I always seem to think of my friends
I could stand against an army with my ink and a pen (Bring it)
I'll take a tax from your ass, go ahead and start swingin'
'Cause when it's my turn, your ears just won't be ringin' (Life)
See, I tear them shits off with these lyrics
Turn you into food to feed spirits, yup, I feed spirits
I know you fear it, but come close and listen
I'm speakin' so beautifully, these words get smitten (Smitten)
I got lyrics written (Written) on the walls and the ceilin' (Ceilin')
Every room in the crib, from my bathroom to kitchen (Kitchen)
This beat and words in the air through my bedroom
Cluttered space I have, but an inch of heaven
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