ScHoolboy Q Fantasy

We can have a rendezvous

Butter on your crip legs, dinner for two

I know you’re used to niggas running game

But I ain’t playing games

Trying to introduce you to my last name

Let’s get acquainted

Let me be your fiend, you be my nicotine

I’m about to take a hit, shit

Damn, start a fam

Take you to the crib, show you how I live

Need you by my side, you could be my rib

Your friends messy, baby, I could be your bib

Fool for your love, my pretty angel, you came from above

My little ghetto dove

Hold me down and I could take us up

[Hook: Jhene Aiko]

You that nigga

You that nigga

Real go-getter

And I’m that bitch, so you better come get her

[2x]

She wonder where we’re going next

Want a rider if you know what’s best

I can be your iron knight and you I will protect

Inhale your love and let our souls connect

Go deep inside

Steal your heart, take away your pride

Can see it in your eyes

The way a gangster got you smiling took you by surprise

Got me smiling too

No waiter, girl, you are the menu

My number one fan, you are the venue

Fuck show money, rather you’re my revenue

Smoke a blunt or two

Gaze at the stars, keep us hypnotized

Reach for the sky, I could take you to the top

I hope you do comply

[Hook]

We can have a rendezvous

Butter on your crip legs, dinner for two

Later on, shit, let’s see what it do

Been chasing you for a while, let’s end the pursuit

Lock you down and throw away the key

My new life the only place for you to be

Glad you chose a G

I can be your dreams and fulfill your fantasy

[Hook]

ScHoolboy Q Hell Of A Night

[Hook:]

Get up out your seat

You can have my drink

Let me see you dance

Get up off your feet

You can be my freak

Let me see you jam

When the sun falls

Then the moon lights

Might be a hell of a night

Go, go, go, go…

Get up out your seat

You can have my drink

Let me see you dance

Get up off your feet

You can be my freak

Let me see you jam

When the sun falls

Then the moon lights

Might be a hell of a night

Go, go, go, go…

[Verse 1:]

Shit’s real and I just begun

So many ladies wanna share my tongue

Uh, man this life of mine

Me in the lead being pressed for time

See the bottom, gon’ pop

Then my record gon’ spin

Then them hoes gon’ jock

Ain’t no telling how my night might end

Night life in the bright lights

Uh, swagging hard in my Concords

You at the bottom, we the Top Dawgs

We get high as them elevators

Take a sip with me

Now move your hips with me

Now make it dip for me

Now will you ride for me?

Will you die for me?

WIll you jump off a cliff and hit the sky with me?

Uh, ménage á troìs, four titties, no bras and no flaws

You, me, and her ball with no drawers

Get high with a God I am no star

Feeling good, all this money on my bank card

10 grand in my pocket, nigga, all ours

Porsche Panorama, uh, yeah, four doors

Pedal to the floor, ain’t that what it’s made for?

[Bridge:]

I ain’t running if the world stops

Said I ain’t minding if the world stops

We been living up in Hell’s shop

We been living up in Hell’s shop

So I’m a live it to the top notch

I’m a live to the top notch

I ain’t running if the world stops

Said I ain’t minding if the world stops

We been living up in Hell’s shop

We been living up in Hell’s shop

So I’m a live it to the top notch

Fuck with me

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]

Uh, got the whole world tryna figure out Q

You can never find a nigga do what I do

TDE, I’m the nigga from the crew

Hit it one time, now she wants round two

Ghetto chick, but I love them bamboos

No lean, but I chopped and screwed

She ain’t the groupie type but I had to

Champagne pop, I’m about that life

Molly gon’ pop, I’m about that life

Backwood toke, I’m about that life

Living good, might not remember this night

World might end, so I’m living my life

Fuck hanging out, I ain’t tryna fly kites

Tryna go to Paris? Nigga hit me on the Skype

Tryna do a show? Nigga twenty for the hype

Uh, don’t touch me, bitch, I’m famous

Tryna ball, then bang your fingers…

Living large, I’m an entertainer

So cold but I come with flamers

First sex, she up in my closet

Whips drawers while I top the paws…

Girl let me see you stop and pause it

Fuck around, might pay your mortage

[Bridge]

[Hook]

ScHoolboy Q Dope Dealer

I got a sack of blue faces but my AR black

I got two bitches in my whip and they got hold my strap

I put the knife to the coca leaf and turn that crack

I put the nine to your coconut and pull that back

I see that motherfucker shinin’ snatch your whole damn throat

I got a strike in every pocket of my old ass coat

I use to fly around your city nigga no ID

I get a half and I’mma flip it gotta go OT

I think somebody getting bodied on the weekday, get out the way

I’m in my new clothes, now drop it for me for a bankroll

I’m lookin’ like a motherfuckin’ dope dealer nigga

Where the hoes where the blow I’m just a dope dealer nigga

Paper in the paper bag I’m a dope dealer nigga

Bitch to beat his ass I’m a dope dealer nigga

Fuck your homies and the police I’mma dope dealer nigga

Couple diamonds in my rollie I’m a dope dealer nigga

Got the plug on the dodie I’m a dope dealer nigga

Better buck, your auntie know me I’m a dope dealer nigga

[E-40:]

Cali niggas is managin’ we havin, Greedy

We got F 57s and we savages, beasty

My little niggas be ampin’, they some P’s, hustlers

Some of them sell candy some sell trees, customers

But personally I’m a rapper, and I’m spectacular, remarkable

Got a way with my words my lingo and vernacular, marketable

I beat a bitch down I promise you I ain’t playin’ (beat his ass)

Stomp his ass out throw him in the garbage can, the trash

The harder the trap you might find me snapping’ bones

The sink on the soil eatin’ dominos

Where the gumbo pots boil the taskforce radar homes, Vamonos

Heavy surveillance, hella copters and drones

I think somebody getting bodied on the weekday

Get out the way

I’m in my new clothes, now drop it for me for a bankroll

I’m lookin’ like a motherfuckin’ dope dealer nigga

Where the hoes where the blow I’m just a dope dealer nigga

Paper in the paper bag I’m a dope dealer nigga

Bitch to beat his ass I’m a dope dealer nigga

Fuck your homies and the police I’mma dope dealer nigga

Couple diamonds in my rollie I’m a dope dealer nigga

Got the plug on the dodie I’m a dope dealer nigga

Better buck, your auntie know me I’m a dope dealer nigga

I got them egg whites and them oxtails for the low

Got them hot wheels gotta push start and it go

Got them 16’s of the Act right and its sealt’

We on the frontline when its crunch time to get chilled

You us lil’ niggas love gold chains and them whips

Make me rearrange your whole thang for my hip

I get this motherfucker jumpin’ bitch you know why I came

They told me Thou Shalt not kill when I jumped in the flame

I’m cocoo for the cocoa leaves and I turned it to dope

The money never grew on trees but I’m watching it grow

We talkin’ cold watchin’ hoes tellin’ em that I keep

I get to swinging’ on this chopper nigga, R.I.P

[Smacc:]

You heard what I mean,its your boy yeah its Smacc mane

Its better livin’ with mines man you heard what I mean

We got break your bitch man we got send her back to you broke man

You funky cock biatch

White stones, panties gone, boom

2 phones, man he on, boom

Bank roll, hella hoes, boom

Big dope, blow your nose, boom

White stones, panties gone, boom

2 phones, man he on, boom

Bank roll, hella hoes, boom

Big dope, blow your nose, boom

ScHoolboy Q My Homie

[Intro]

Mmm mmm yo yo YO!!

Yo yo, yo yo yo yo

Wait my whole life, to do this motherfucker up

Yo yo yo weed and Courvoisier and shit

Yo yo, yo, uh-huh

Nigga been waiting to get a Alchemist beat

since I bought “1st Infantry” and shit, hehehe

Yo yo yo yo

[Chorus]

What’s a real nigga addiction?

Money weed and bitches

Hangin with snitches

Shit it wasn’t my intention

[ScHoolboy Q]

I didn’t know; I knew him for years

Who would think his gums were soft

To all my niggaz I would die for

Load my pistol up go out and war for

Spend my last you keep yo’ half we all poor

No way to go I’ll walk you through my front door

My ninjas do the same

See when we was younger you was my mane, nigga

I wouldn’t figure you would be on that stand

Puttin my life up in yo’ hands

Pointing your finger like daaaaamn! For really though?

We was just slingin oxy like a year ago

You knew my sister though, auntie cousins, and my uncle Joe

Cuz you hit my ‘dro

See my nigga youse a ho; remember them Cheerios? (Yeah)

Ninja turtles on my grandmas floor

I’m like fo’ sho’ (Donatello) catch you on the rebound

You bound to drizzown, grave lounge where you sit down

What goes around comes arizzound, the sky’s up

Inhale it slow, keep yo’ mouth shut

Bet he won’t tell no mo’

[Chorus]

[Interlude #1]

Bitch-ass nigga (fuck yo’ ass comin from?)

Fo’ sho’

[Chorus]

[Interlude #2]

Bitch-ass nigga (who the fuck you on the phone with?)

Awwwwww shit

[ScHoolboy Q]

Started around the bottom, ended up at the top

Heard you was in some trouble, I unretired my Glock

Did what I did, who woulda knew you was the cops?

Talkin all on the phone to your homies about a plots

Got me up in the box, thought that you was my nigga

You got your sentence reduced cause you told ’em I pulled the trigger

And I was lookin out for you! (YOU!)

Tried to show him just how we do

Put all my shit aside and now I’m through

Figured that I would keep it Crippy this what this real nigga get me

Locked up for like a century while you get chances of a Bentley

Fuck, my old bitches while I beat my dick plenty

My shootin figure itchy, but I hope somebody get him

but probably not’ shit I ain’t sweatin it

Cuz got me hot, better get his ass popped

Can’t get over how we was, tough as leather

Man we did everything together

Fucked our first bitches earned, our first cheddar

Robbed the first nigga was down, for whatever

And I’ll blast ’til forever if we had too

But it’s all cool

[Chorus + Interlude #1 + Chorus + Interlude #2]

[Outro]

Started around the bottom

Started around the bottom, ended up at the top [2X]

Don’t let these niggaz know your plots

Wha-word, wha-word, word… Q!!

ScHoolboy Q 3 On

[Drake:]

A nigga got a woozah

Comin’ at me never work no matter who try

I got ’em all a check without the wooha

Flip Mo’s on you quick got a few size (wooh)

Comin’ from the 6 side

When niggas gon’ shout posse just to get by

Stay true never switch sides, yea

The game turn me into this guy, yea

And now everytime Drake-out

Cameras always flashing tryna put me on the takeout

Crib in Calabasas man I call that shit the safe house

30 minutes from LA this shit is way up (wooh)

D Day that’s where I’m stayin’

You can hear it in my voice I’m gon’ win, yea

OB dat my brother like a Wayans

Ya know I only show up if you payin’ nigga, yea

I always been on, I always been 2 on

For like the past 5 years all these niggas wanna shine

I got the flashlight here mayne

‘Bout ta hit the gas right here mayne

Also livin’ in the past life right here mayne

You, bring the cash right here mayne

Miracles, sit your ass right here mayne

Mayne, you know I hate to wait

That’s why I get it first and you get it late

Yea, OVO sound man that’s everyday

It’s Young Money Records get the record straight

[Tinashe:]

Now

I love to get on

I love to get 2 on

When the drink be too strong

When the tree be way too strong

G-g-get faded turn up bruh

Pour it on up ’till I can’t even think no more

G-g-get ratchet go dumb then go more dumb then we can keep it lit let’s roll

I love to get 2 on (let’s let’s, let’s roll)

I love to get 2 on

I love to get (le-le-let’s roll)

I love to get 2 on (let’s let’s, let’s roll)

I love to get 2 on

I love to get (le-le-let’s roll)

Yeah we can get active

And all – my bitches attractive

We go, you know who we are now

Get high, hotbox in my car now

If you a lame nigga you ain’t making no noise

Get faded turn up with the big boys

Live fast die young that’s my choice

Get money, get money like the invoice

We can mob all in the whip (make the money)

Make the money make the grip (I be stuntin’)

I be stuntin’ with my clique (gettin’ faded)

Getting faded ’till we trip (oh)

Now

I love to get on

I love to get 2 on

When the drink be too strong

When the tree be way too strong

G-g-get faded turn up bruh

Pour it on up ’till I can’t even think no more

G-g-get ratchet go dumb then go more dumb then we can keep it lit let’s roll

I love to get 2 on (I love it, let’s let’s, let’s roll)

I love to get 2 on (I love it)

I love to get (le-le-let’s roll)

[Schoolboy Q:]

Uh, pull your panties down from under you

Beat that pussy up, make you wanna holla Q

Drunk’ than a bitch, high on that Mary Jane

Pussy in my mouth, pussy on my pinky ring

Nasty, make me do it in the backseat

Swear this marijuana keep it cracking

Lights, camera, action, I ain’t doing nothing to the cash

Money, money, money, weed, fashion

Draped up and dripped out, keep the trees passing

Girl twerk that thing up, fuck me, fuck rapping

Days of our lives so clap, clap that cake

Spreading your thighs I pump, pump your brakes, aye

[Tinashe:]

Just give me the trees

And we can smoke it ya

Just give me the drink

And we can pour it ya

And my enemies they see me living now

And if you’re on with me then you’ll be winning now

Now

I love to get on

I love to get 2 on

When the drink be too strong

When the tree be way too strong

G-g-get faded turn up bruh

Pour it on up ’till I can’t even think no more

G-g-get ratchet go dumb then go more dumb then we can keep it lit let’s roll

I love to get 2 on (I love it, let’s let’s, let’s roll)

I love to get 2 on (I love it)

I love to get (le-le-let’s roll)

ScHoolboy Q iBETiGOTSUMWEED

[Verse 1:]

Everytime that I wake up, I swear I’m never down

Even when I’m in my dreams, I’m high off self esteem

Blowin’ on that Jamaica my niggas love the team, marijuana fiend

Keep your Black N Milds and cigs cuz me no nicotine

I keep my pimpin’ mean

Me and Musa as we pulled up on them sixes just to go and bust some bitches

See them motherfuckin’ wheels, sex appeal

And if I’m in the backseat with them tints, that Glock concealed

They eye us as we peel like the, orange hat that I be stylin’ in

Like a zanny or a klonopin

All your swishers, they be model thin

We plus size, nigga!

Like Tocarra and them, shining like a halogen

So bright, like highbeams, headlights and midnight

That one of Rhode Island’s watchtower sights

Yeahh, the world is all I need

But if you don’t know anything just know I got some weed

[Chorus]

Bet I got some weed

[x2]

You don’t know anything? Just know I got some weed

Bet I got some weed

[x2]

Ain’t got no money mayne, but bet I got some weed

Hey, who got some weed?

Who got some weed?

[x6]

[Verse 2:]

Let’s go chill up on my balcony and feel the breeze

Open up a corona and see who got some weed

If we don’t have no trees then let’s gather up the fees

Hundred dollars, that’s a seventh of the sour D

Make a order it’ll be here a quarter to three

Smoke it till we on E

Then we fill up again with another 10

Then we just go run back to the cheese to fill our, family needs

No a rease, smoke one for our G’s that ran with a strike of 3’s

We dyin’ up in every plea

So for ya’ll my niggas swear to god my heart will bleed

Kick the shit for my lifers and ones who kickin’ seas

Even if it’s just 5 dollars keep your brain on free

Elevate your mind cuz in due time you wine and dine

Something fine in that

Kush blunts soon be your valentine and my shit be Columbine

My friends is all I need

But If you don’t know anything just know I got some weed

[Chorus]

Bet I got some weed

[x2]

You don’t know anything? Just know I got some weed

Bet I got some weed

[x2]

Ain’t got no money mayne, but bet I got some weed

Hey, who got some weed?

Who got some weed?

[x6]

[shout outs till the end]

ScHoolboy Q Collard Greens

[Intro:]

Yea, yea, yea

Uh, uh… yo, yo

[Chorus: Schoolboy Q]

Oh, oh, luxury

Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that

Oh, oh, collard greens

Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that

Oh, oh, down with that shit

King shit, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye

Oh, oh, down with the shit

This, that, pop this down with the shit

[Schoolboy Q:]

Smoke this, drink this, straight to my liver

Watch this, no tick, yeah, I’m the nigga

Gang rap, X-mas, smoke, shots out the liver

Faded, Vegas, might sponsor the killer, shit

Shake it, break it, hot-hot for the winter

Drop it, cop it, eyes locked on your inner object

Rock it, blast-blast, new beginnings

Lovely, pinky how not I remember

Fiendin’; gimme, gimme, gimme some

Freak the freckles off your face, frenchy, freaking, swapping tongue

Click my link and spread your buns, lose your denim, make it numb

Blow it baby, no Saddam (icky, icky, icky)

Fucking in the car service, thank me for the car pool

Chromosome, part full, prolly off a Norco

And gas, not the Arco, poppin’ since the intro

You shoppin’ from the window, play my favorite tempo

[Chorus]

[Kendrick Lamar:]

Hold up, BIATCH! This your favorite song

Translation: Ven aquí mami, ese culo

Tu quieres coger mi huevos y papi molesto espero

Chupa ese puto pendejo el pinche cabrón; let’s get it

Nights like this I’m a knight like this, sword in my hand, I fight like this

I am more than a man, I’m a God bitch, touche, en garde

Toupée drop and her two tits pop, out of that tank top and bra

And when I say “Doo Doo Doo Doo!” Bitch, that be K. Dot

She want some more of this – I give her more of this, I owe her this

In fact, I know she miss the way I floored this, I’m forgis

I know my Houston partners, drop a four on this, and focus

And slow it down, alright, let me blow this bitch

I’m famous, I blame this on you, cash in the mirror

Hang in my penthouse roof, skyline the clearest

Watch it, your optics, poppin’ out, you look the weirdest

Pop my top on the 105 head with no power steering, ah!

[Chorus]

[Schoolboy Q:]

Bummy nigga famous, straight from the bottom

Broke niggas hate it, still never robbed ’em

Guns in the basement, out they have a problem

Kush be my fragrance, we love marijuana

Function on fire, burn the roof off this motherfucker

Psych ward is ballin’, dope craze like no other

Weed steady blowing, pass the blunt to my Mama

Runs in the family, puff-puff keep a nigga fiendin’

Uh, faded faded faded right

Shot glass super size, she gon’ get some dick tonight

Meet me at the W, and no it’s not the westside

Stick it up your southside (icky icky icky)

Baller futuristic, groovy gangsta with an attitude

What these niggas make a year, I spend that on my daughter shoes

Smoking weed and drinking, all the college students loving Q

We gon’ turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too

[Chorus]

[Outro:]

Oh, oh, oh

ScHoolboy Q JoHn Muir

Bellin’ through the mothafuckin’ street, y’all

Never had a mothafuckin’ weed card

I’m down to flatline a nigga, never been soft

Bellin’ through the mothafuckin’ street, y’all

Bellin’ through the mothafuckin’ street, y’all

I was thirteen with my mothafuckin’ heat, y’all

Nigga caught cases tryna take your fuckin’ screen off

I could put your fuckin’ life on the recall, uh, yeah

Lookin’ for the bitches with the ass

Got an ice chain cause a nigga gettin’ cash

Three different pagers blowin’ up because I’m crackin’

Tryna turn a dollar to a million, ho, what’s happenin’?

O-orange laces, for my shoestrings

Pistol on me, dunk this in her g-string

Ridin’ in my mothafuckin’ Coupe-Ville

Hoover with my mothafuckin’ locs, steel

Figg side niggas keep a dope fiend

Ghetto bird, hit a kil’, I ghetto hoop dreams

Tryna strike me out before I finish school

I was just a square nigga ’til I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy

Bellin’ through the mothafuckin’ street, y’all

Bellin’ through the mothafuckin’ street, y’all

We love, we go

We rise, we go

Our pride, we show

We love, we go

Bellin’ through the mothafuckin’ street, y’all

Tryna get this mothafuckin’ weed off

Gang injunctions tell me where we can’t go

Shoot me in my back because my afro

Heard I got a stripe on my record then it’s true

Cops effin’ at my record, never told ’em what I knew

I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I’m tryna shoot

I was out here sellin’ dope at 14, what it do?

I was out here fuckin’ hoes at 14, what it do?

I was ditchin’ class, fifth grade, yeah, I’m Groovy Q

Ain’t no biggy when the small nigga rob, gimme loot

Pop a nigga on his mom’s porch, kill his brother too

Nigga lost his first fade nine years after school

Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks sick as flu

Runnin’ from the crash unit like my name was State Farm

On my nigga’s handlebars tryna get our groove on, yeah

Bellin’ through the mothafuckin’ street, y’all

Bellin’ through the mothafuckin’ street, y’all

We love, we go

We rise, we go

Our pride, we show

We love, we go

Bellin’ through the mothafuckin’ street, y’all

B-B-Bellin’, bellin’, bellin’ through the mothafuckin’ street, y’all

B-Bellin’ through the mothafuckin’ street, y’all

Bellin’, bellin’ through tHe mothafuckin’, bellin’ street, y’all

B-Bellin’ through the mothafuckin’ street, y’all

Bellin’, bellin’, bellin’

B-Bellin’ through the mothafuckin’ street, y’all

Mothafuckin’ street, street, street, y’all

ScHoolboy Q Banger

Boom, shakalaka, boom-boom, shakalaka

Boom, shakalaka, boom-boom, shakalaka

Banger! (Figg Side!)

Fool, floss on your block you get Brooklyn block on your block

Yawk! (Buddy, bye-bye!)

(Boom, shakalaka, boom-boom, shakalaka)

Banger! (Figg Side!)

Fool, floss on your block you get Brooklyn block on your block

Yawk! (Buddy, bye-bye!)

Grab your brownie, sit the party, shake the party

Break the party, murder party, leave the body, tell nobody

Put it down, Figg Side rip ride

Grooveline wig line shots fired knock-knock, yawk!

You ain’t really ’bout that, you don’t want to see a Glock out

You a pussy ass nigga, you be hoping for a cop out

Got a nine and a clip, put a nine on your hip

Keep talking that shit, knock five on your lip

G-Ride ski masks and colored rags

Contraband in bags, focused on enemigos in jags

Big sips out our flasks, we faded who next to get famous

Them bangers get banging that barrell keep changing like click-click

Shit, I wish a nigga would

Feeling fucking good, crack and scramble up your hood

Get it understood, I could have cause leaking blood

Personal as fuck at your door drop you on your rug

Banger! (Figg Side!)

Fool, floss on your block you get Brooklyn block on your block

Yawk! (Buddy, bye-bye!)

Banger! (Figg Side!)

Fool, floss on your block you get Brooklyn block on your block

Yawk! (Buddy, bye-bye!)

Ain’t nothing sweet ’bout rumbling with B’s

You don’t need water to travel through the C’s

Unravel the backwoods and crumble up the trees

Nigga, please, your skull missing now homie feel the breeze

These bullets burning gon’ be hard for you to breathe

These bullets burning damn near possible to bleed

Off that alcohol, that nozzle flammable

Beef I prey on my preyer react like animal

Pussy, I split you like camel toe, my shoelaces matching my flannel

We be loading up ammo, y’all be making them channels

Yellow tape by them candles, gang members with killing sprees

On our agendas, real niggas fingers on nickel-plated 9 triggers

Facial expressions say surrender

When that iron enter, lay back recline nigga

Access denied nigga, refrigerate Ziploc

And all genders, rather Crip or Piru hoes get it too

Banger! (Figg Side!)

Fool, floss on your block you get Brooklyn block on your block

Yawk! (Buddy, bye-bye!)

Banger! (Figg Side!)

Fool, floss on your block you get Brooklyn block on your block

Yawk! (Buddy, bye-bye!)

Y’all really into talking, we with that bullshit

Them shots is steady sparking, we on that bullshit

Your hood gon’ hear them sirens, we did that bullshit

My 50 niggas wilding, we ’bout that bullshit

You know Atlanta with that bullshit

New York to Miami with that bullshit

You know Chicago with that bullshit

Kansas City down to New Orleans with that bullshit

Texas to Alabama with that bullshit

Boston and cats from Philly with that bullshit

Arizona to Seattle, they with that bullshit

Warn your momma California, we ’bout that bullshit

Boom, shakalaka, boom-boom, shakalaka

Banger! (Figg Side!)

Banger!

ScHoolboy Q Friends

[Intro: Mac Miller]

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

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]

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

[Hook: Schoolboy Q]

Yea, Miller Mac

(Miller Mac)

Miller Mac, Mac Miller

(Miller Mac)

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]

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

[Hook: Schoolboy Q]

[Verse 3: Mac Miller]

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 (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

[Hook: Schoolboy Q]