[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
She say she love me for these cold [bad word] raps
Wanna be involved but no strings attached
Listen honey, I’m feeling kinda hungry
Go to dinner with your girls can you bring something back
It’s unusual that, I would feel so strong
The party upstairs, you waiting in the lobby [bad word] cares, valet the Ferrari
Bright Vegas lights get alarming, I’m sorry
Too [bad word] for , I might pass out early
Just keep it wet and I’ll hit it in the morning
The glory, free faller, 43 stories
Cordially sippin 40s, hooked up to morphine
For sure clean like bald heads
Kinda wish we would [bad word] more and talk less
Except, me and you a little far fetched
Reach for the stars, got my arms stretched, God bless

[Hook: Syd]
I can feel it tonight, but don’t be mad if I’m late
I’m just caught at the lab
I can be there in the morning
I can feel it tonight, but don’t be mad if I’m late
I just got home for the night
I’m gonna be there in the morning

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
And I, I need a cool [bad word] conversation skills
Roll blunts in the love of Darth Vader films
Love to sit there and chill when I play the keys
Wanna turn to false love to go and rake the leaves
Make believe, used to dream of being Ann Marie
Or a model for Maybelline, but fantasies tend to die off
When you grow up quickly
The walls are the same exact color as a Tiffany box
Make a profit solving riddles on a popsicle stick
If she good, she would leave in a rocket ship
The way she feel got her nervous like a doctors trip
Mom says she should see a psychologist
Say she love me for these cold [bad word] raps
Never tell me where the cocaine stash
She up late, worry, tell me hurry up home
11 Missed Calls on my phone