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Aliens Fighting Robots (feat. Sir Michael Rocks)

Track byMac Miller

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  • 2012.03.23
  • 4:39
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[Verse 1: Mac Miller] Y’all is dead weight, less great, always gettin’ second place I tend to race ahead of pace, dippin’ while I’m dressed in Bape Then they chase, catch me if you can, I ain’t DiCaprio This lucid dream will have you go like half a dose of Adderall Capicola sandwich’s are tasty from Primanti’s I’m a 5’7 giant, Brandon Jacobs, Eli Manning Girls want makeup, get demanding, but they fake like orange tanning So my girl and I be up like we some college students cramming For a test that we ain’t study for, wonder will she love me more With money, cause if not, I’m not sure what all this money for Feelin’ like a hundred wars are goin’ on currently Soldiers sent to death on some jets for the currency Poison, take this mercury, I’ll teach you for a learner’s fee How to turn your girlfriend to a circus freak Cool by the word of Keith, fabric by the hand of Zeus Actin’ like you fuckin’ with me, that’s some shit I can’t excuse Focus is on manual, control the panoramic view, universe You got a chance, don’t blow it like how a tuba works I plan to do, somethin’ that ain’t tangible Now I’m bout to hand it to The homie Michael Rock, hear what he sayin’ to you [Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks] Take a trip, took a molly out a bank a populari And the word around the city is he sittin in a Ferrari I told my self I wouldn’t get it, I’m sorry That’s my bad, I party till my cardies get foggy Can’t keep her hands off of me, got her locked, and lost the key We smoke, make it hard to see, we go harder then Carter one Excuse me baby pardon me, can you fuck me like the honeymoon? Not saying its coming soon, but I want the real show Give me the treatment that you getting all them heels for The shit they payin all the bills for Man I missed it, that cake taste delicious They can’t wait for vacations, paid for by pictures I’m feeling good, I’m pulling bills I’m real as hell I don’t front I roll blunts and papers Don’t fuck with fakers Your girl is asking me if I’mma take her I’m straight though You see I’m booked up til April That’s mine, thats me, I take those You try to see some peso’s than shake though You get exactly what you paid for, stop acting like you can’t go Swagging til the ankles I feel you baby Hopefully I look familiar, lately Falling down the same rabbit hole looking for love But you’ll never ever get it because It seem like it’ll only happen when I’m holding the drugs You can never ever see it because [Mac Miller] Life a cliche, it aint a bad one First the plane land and then the bags come We walking on this planet seeking action Breaking girls hearts, sorry Miss Jackson Falling down the same rabbit hole looking for love But you’ll never ever get it because Seem like it’ll only happen when I’m holding the drugs You can never ever see it And it won’t stop til the aliens fight the robots And all the ladies take their clothes off I’m here with Mikey and we gonna Rock This some shit you won’t top I said it won’t stop til the aliens fight the robots And all the ladies take their clothes off I’m here with Mikey and we gonna Rock This some shit you won’t top I’m so high what you think about that babe On some other shit, tell ‘em baby act crazy Fifteen thousand, blow it on clothes Six in the morning still sitting here throwed I’m buggin’ out, buggin’ out, I wonder if they know Pull up to the house, and I wonder if she know

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