Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Friends, artist - Mac Miller. Date of issue: 14.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Friends |
| 1, 2, 3, pop, pop |
| 1, 2, 3, pop, pop |
| 1, 2, 3, pop, pop |
| (Mr. Davis) |
| 1, 2, 3, pop, pop |
| Okay |
| 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 legal battle — send your ass to David (that's my lawyer) |
| 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 (Fuck you Kendrick!) |
| 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 did not 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 it’s just 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 (It's 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 |