[Intro: Mac Miller]
Ayy, what up, Ski?
Q in the background (Uh), take your coat off

[Bridge: Mac Miller]
You know all about me, I don't know about you
You need somebody to lead, I be on my own two
You talkin' all that shit, but what you really gon' do
While I'm posted in the background chillin' so cool
You know all about me, I don't know about you
You need somebody to lead, I be on my own two
You talkin' all that shit, but what you really gon' do
While I'm posted in the background chillin' so cool

[Chorus: Mac Miller]
As time goes by, find yourself swayin' side to side
Turn the music up high in the ride and drive (And drive)
See, me (Hey), I'm cool, good music put you in that mood (Haha)
She sings my tunes and thinks I'm fly (Uh)

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Hey, hey
They say I'm magnificent
And I rap different than dudes who say they livin' and spittin' out bad sentences
Gettin' high, see the sky and where my limit is
I'm the shit, bitch, come and get a whiff of this
Mars around my neck and some beads on my wrist
Got a girl back at the cribby just to clean off my dick when I piss
But not really, that was just a joke, who you think I am? Diddy?
She lookin' in the mirror double checkin' if she pretty
But I just see that ass and them titties
She thinks she got class, that's kinda silly
She be lettin' dudes hit it like their name was Ken Griffey
I don't mean to joke around 'cause music is my job
But what's a fuckin' job when you don't get no days off?
Hmm, well, that would be this music shit
My team I make maneuvers with
Be travelin' all around the world, still here gettin' used to it
This Karate School, bitch, you'll get super kicked
While I chill, relax, and take these Buddah hits
Fuck her, then I move that bitch, it's so Ludacris
Makin' money now, they blame it on my Jewish-ness
Stupid bitch
[Verse 2: Locksmith]
I’m usin' music to get inside of your pubic strip
Damn, bitch, you stupid thick
I'm too equipped with my lyrics and metaphors
Measure cords like I'm on my '92 Grand Puba shit
Who [?] to tell a bitch slow down
Most frown when I choose to spit, fuck her, no lube and shit
You can use your spit
Either that or choose to get all up on this metaphor-skin
No Jewish dick
You was quick to write him off, now you love it
You was hatin' when in public, all alone you like, "Dude's the shit"
You was schemin', I was chillin' by the pool with chicks, no dick
If the pussy smell like a school of fish
A clam chowder with Mac powder I back at her
If the smell nice, then I blow the fuckin' back out her
I give that bitch the news like Matt Lauer
That's from now 'til my last hour, yeah

[Chorus: Mac Miller]
As time goes by, find yourself swayin' side to side
Turn the music up high in the ride and drive
You see, me, I'm cool, good music put you in that mood
She sings my tunes and thinks I'm fly