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EARTHGANG/Mac Miller
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Every day is the last day
Yeah, you get up and ooh
And before you know it, the day's over
And you're thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
And what you gotta do tomorrow and, uh
And next thin' you know, it's next week
And all you do is think about work
Yeah
We
Yeah
We (yeah)
Yeah (a 150 with the kiddies on the school, school, school, school, school)
We (these nigga's real, it's Friday mornin', these niggas in it)
Yeah (they hit me with the scoop, scoop, scoop, scoop, scoop, scoop, scoop, scoop)
We
It's Friday mornin'
A 150 with the kiddies on the school bus, everybody's on it
I got my diploma
Standin' in line, I pray to God I hope they choose us
Or I'm back on the corner, uh
It's Friday mornin'
A 150 with the kiddies on the school bus, everybody's on it
Don't know what I'm on to
But something's shouting, it's tellin' me (yeah)
"We can't stay here, everybody's goners" (goners)
Another 360, another 24
Another revolution, think the Earth mimickin' me
Findin' more similarities with cosmic energy
The mornin' vis-ร -vis with the joint increasin' my synergy
Me? I'm feelin' like I'm everywhere there's ever been at once
When the terror takes his baby, jumps beneath my feet
Back to this old job again, back to this old J-O-B
I wonderin' why my papa put me on this turnin' thin'
Or while I'm ponderin' life, let me go get this burner clean
The baby's will be up sooner you think, with hunger pains
So how's it, how's it, how's it that everybody who was here this time last year
Ain't make it this time 'round? So say, "Thanks"
Big E, you got's to hurry now
You only got t-minus 15 'fore it's back into the wild
The snakes are nippin' at your feet
Might even peep a sheep howl
I'm bangin' on the hoods of trains and trash cans
Just to catch the beat (just to catch the beat, catch the beat)
And never take for granted where you be
Know it's like a junkyard now might be the safest place to sleep
But that's just temporarily
I'm at your hair like that home perm kits
See ABBA then the Coot, but ain't have no long-term vision
Sound like what's plaguin' you, you, and you, and her, and him, and
We's at the school and she watchin' us
It's Friday mornin'
A 150 with the kiddies on the school bus, everybody's on it
I got my diploma
Standin' in line, I pray to God I hope they choose us
Or I'm back on the corner, uh
It's Friday mornin'
A 150 with the kiddies on the school bus, everybody's on it
Don't know what I'm on to
But something's shoutin', it's tellin' me (whoo!)
"We can't stay here, everybody's goners"
And I hope your hatin' ass smell the smoke before the fienders walk in
My blood stream, full of burnin' leaves
Touch screen for the birds and bees, get my options up
We love to trap the thirst, but hate who might be watchin' us
Sacrifices offered up
Wifin' is the alternate to nuttin' off in all the sluts
They love whoever they around, but probably fuckin' all of us
Listen close, hear a nigga ego fall to pieces
Bitch, put somethin' on your feet and get to sweeping
Ask me do I understand, I say "Bitch, do you kapeesh?"
Try me like a piece of shit, and now I'm forced to be facetious
You can make a masterpiece, they be like "Yeah, but who's your feature?"
Nigga, I'm my fuckin' feature, who the fuck are you to me?
Remember, knuckles used to be the tool of choice
Little boys, we used to use 'em just to prove that we was man enough
No matter what the damage was
She dancin' on the dick, she even let me use the camera
And everythin' was cool 'til they kicked us out of Canada
It's Friday mornin'
A 150 with the kiddies on the school bus, everybody on it
I got my diploma
Standin' in line, I pray to God I hope they choose us
Or I'm back on the corner, uh
It's Friday mornin'
A 150 with the kiddies on the school bus, everybody's on it
Don't know what I'm on to
But something's shoutin', it's tellin' me
"We can't stay here, everybody's goners" (yeah)
Before I started, regarded as one of the hardest in the yard
No money from a job, I was distracted by these broads
She said, "You want that pussy? Then walk the plank" and
I dove into that ocean, I saw her naked
In the Hall of Angels, chasin' lion, tigers, caught a Bengal
Let's finagle the bagel, ready, willing, and able
Fillin' your cable with destructions, spontaneous combustion
Alien abductions, plus what the fucks in
Platinum plus rappers say "Hi," when you see me
Won't be say nothin' after, I'm a motherfuckin' bastard, uh
Master of disguise, word to the wise, don't fuck with me
You the rich and comfortably, we out back, dungaree
Motherfucker, please don't even think to try me
My mind is somewhere else, they pumpin' "Crazy" in my IV, yuh
It's Friday mornin'
A 150 with the kiddies on the school bus, everybody's on it
I got my diploma
Standin' in line, I pray to God I hope they choose us
Or I'm back on the corner, uh
It's Friday mornin'
A 150 with the kiddies on the school bus, everybody's on it
Don't know what I'm on to
But something's shoutin', it's tellin' me
"We can't stay here, everybody's goners"
Da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da
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