Friends (feat. Schoolboy Q)

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Yea, Okay, okay

Okay, O-kay-kay-kay-kay

Okay, okay, um

Snowflakes keep falling on my expired debit cards

Don't know why I'm still awake, I gotta be up at 10 tomorrow

Missiles in my repertoire, I'd say I'm pretty regular

I never leave my house, I don't know why I got an extra car

My pool-house studio is covered up with pencil marks

And everyday is full of jokers like a deck of cards

So, I'm so lonely, there's horns on my dome-piece

But, I'm not the devil, I'm a motherfucking Minotaur

Oh my God, look at how upset you are

Cause we out here winning, brought my dogs from out the reservoir

And I'mma let 'em bark, before you ready, my set will start

We forgot our roots before and trust me, things they fell apart

Wash myself with acid, it's because I got a denim heart

My conscious so weak I need to split it up in 7 parts

Revis brought me out to Cali for the first time

Went to Amare's party, took tequila shots with Kevin Hart

But Kevin don't remember that

I saw him at the V-M-A's, told a joke - he never laughed

The rap diablo, free your mind my motto

And we all gonna be good if TreeJ ever hit the lotto

So arigato

So, shit you know I'm world famous

And R. Kelly been told me I'm the world's greatest

But still to fall in love is like an orgasm

Cause you never gonna know if your girl fake it

I'm always faded, getting shaded in the basement

I just bought a cello, now all I do is play it

Thank God that I made it

Ask Q where Dave is

He'll probably tell you that he's rolling midnights out in Vegas

When I'm in my spaceship, my face is so complacent

Wear a suit to cash a check, we're going to the banquet

And Jimmy got the burner, but he don't wanna murder

And clockwork somewhere out in Sweden speaking Danish like

(Husband, isn't this your language?)

That man must be a alien

I really can't explain it, shit

It's just a little cocaine sniff

But the lines is longer than parades is

I think it's time to give me all your praises

So I can get this money and give all the homies raises

My life is on these words, this is my affidavit

And if you wanna leave, we'll battle - send your ass to David

I'm half man-half amazing

Probably half God, but that don't fit my calculations

I know the planet Earth is about to explode

Kinda hope that no one save it

We only grow from anguish

Yea, Miller Mac

(Miller Mac)

Miller Mac, Mac Miller

(Miller Mac)

There's snowflakes falling on my debit card

Swear I'm not alive, I couldn't tell you if we ever are

In this Game of Thrones, it is known

I got the 4G, L-T-E connection boards

No Control, fuck Ken Lamar

I don't vote, I never registered

But I'm a magnet for them zeros call me Edward Sharpe

I wake up feeling dead, I need a fresher start

So me and Q put people on the label we don't remember

Smiled as I saw Jerm, nerding out with Josh Berg

Talking in (?), and drinking Arnold Palmer

Any other room, watching C-Span with E. Dan

Land out the baseline, doing drums with his freehand

When I was in first grade, I wished to be Puerto Rican

My mom took me to a barbershop to get some cornrows

I walked in, ready for them Sprewell braids

But the lady said my hair was too short though, man

I always thought my moms was the illest for that shit

Driving through the hood she didn't have a reaction

With a 6 year old she kept the doors unlocked

And drove by the 5-0 like fuck those cops

God damn, it just don't stop

I know my father probably wish I would just smoke pot

My grandma probably slap me for the drugs I got

I'm a crackhead but I bought her diamonds, we love rocks

Yea, I've had the same outfit for 6 days straight

And Still all these bitches will get in position because I got their pussies all dripping in pain

Somehow, I'm making this music bitches to relate to

And I got the life-raft, ain't gonna save you

Look at my reflection, I broke the mirror

It's only for protection, shit keep getting weirder

Now I can't see a thing but, things never been clearer

Call the Mothman its Richard Gere (Its Richard Mother Fuckin' Gere!)

This is our year

Let's get fucked up and get the fuck up outta here

I've kicked it with the aliens, a different stratosphere

And looking down like

We come in peace

I told Will and Bill they need to kick the habit

We on the same trip, we just got different baggage

Parks spilled the grape juice on all of Dylan's dad's shit