[Mac Miller:] Around a fire doing a thunder dance You know what’s a funny word? Underpants Let’s go to Syria and have a war Stop fucking calling me Macklemore That’s not my name Well, kind of, it’s kind of my name (Little bit louder) Yeah, so
I sold the mansion and moved in my mom’s attic (Yeah) Life was a blockbuster but now it’s a cult classic (Yup) Smoke ’til I’m asthmatic, embracing my bad habits Travelling down the hole, I’m chasing a fast rabbit (Fall) Well that’s acid, still weird from my last tablet I love like a folk singer, but fuck like a crack addict Practicing black magic and watching some car crashes Snapchattin’ a dick pic, sent it to Bob Saget (I’m a faggot) Word (Word,) the aliens have landed (Aliens have landed) I don’t panic in my fortress made of granite (Woo!) Take life for granted, probably won’t when it end Thank God I’m sober again
[Treejay:] Run away Run away Run, run, run away Oh my
[Mac Miller:] Who let the dogs out? Stop what you’re doing and put ’em back in the doghouse I was a human, I’m feeling like I’m a god now (ah) But most of the time I don’t even know what I’m talking ’bout Bitch, I’m a walking, talking crocodile (What?) Take a picture with my mom and crop her out Go to her house, coked up, and lock her out (I was high man, I was just fuckin’ high man, I don’t know) (Sorry about that) Yeah I’m possibly a phony, don’t believe me You can’t tell that I’m so lonely from the TV (Yah) I hate myself ’cause I’m a white rapper (Corny) I hate white rappers (Corny,) but an industry of kike masters made me rich (I’ll take it) Short shorts and high socks I feel like chalk without a sidewalk Back in the ‘Burgh I’ma eat at my favorite Thai spot (Pusadee’s, what up?) And smile as the hungry eyes watch
[Treejay & Mac Miller:] Run away Run away Run, run, run away (Yo, shout-out that Gangster Jeff outro) Oh my
[Mac Miller:] Yeah Still having sex with blind people (Feel good) They say my pussy smell like pine needles (As it should) Bust a nut in the poultry section at Giant Eagle Stare a chicken in the face like, “Bitch, I’ma eat you” (Wassup?!) Yeah, I’m all kinds of evil Eating mushrooms out in London tryna find the Beatles (Fuck’s John Lennon at?) I’m still sick of people Go back to St. Bede, chief and kick it with Mr. Roedel (That was my English teacher) Retina display on my Macintosh That’s high definition jacking off Out in LA tryna get me an acting job ‘Cause my idol David Hasselhoff (That’s the boss)
Man, Germans love David Hasselhoff I hear they like David Hasselhoff more than they like Jews And they love Jews out there
[Treejay:] Run away, catch a plane On my dick, ooh Ooh, ooh Run away, run away, run away Ooh, ooh Girl, run away Yeah, yeah, ha You better run away