[Intro: DJ Ill Will]
My name's Johnny
You are now in tune with your wifey's favorite DJ, DJ Ill Will

[Chorus: Tom-Oh]
Pull up to the shows in fancy clothes
Slap hands, give dabs, that's how it goes
Hotel room L's are bein' rolled
Man, it's all I know, man, it's all I know, oh
Pull up to the shows in fancy clothes
Slap hands, give dabs, that's how it goes
Hotel room L's are bein' rolled
Man, it's all I know, man, it's all I know, oh

[Verse 1: Tom-Oh]
Uh, smoke an L before the show (L)
Packin' up our bags, smoke an L before we go
Rollin' up a Zone before we gotta hit the road (Yeah)
Once we leave the stadium, I'll introduce you to my dome
Yup, that's a routine for me, see
It ain't even Christmas and I'm lightin' up the tree
Stoppin' at the diner, get some grub, then bounce and hit the Vangy
Pullin' out the Dutchie, roll a blunt up on the mangy
Whippin' like a star, got my own constellation
Bitches say they know me, tryna strike up conversation
Sayin' I'm amazin', and tryna get my number
Tellin' me I went to junior high with her brother
Walkin' in fresh from my head to the ground
Said my back's all white, I've been sleepin' on a cloud
Parents say they're proud that I made it this far
But they'll take it right back when they smellin' their car
[Chorus: Tom-Oh & Mac Miller]
Pull up to the shows in fancy clothes
Slap hands, give dabs, that's how it goes
Hotel room L's are bein' rolled
Man, it's all I know, man, it's all I know, oh
Pull up to the shows in fancy clothes
Slap hands, give dabs, that's how it goes
Hotel room L's are bein' rolled
Man, it's all I know, man, it's all I know, oh (Yeah, Mac Miller, bitch; DJ Ill Will)

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Uh, way to go, never runnin' outta gas
Hundred-twenty on the dash, I don't never need a map
Mr. Tom-Tom, can you please direct me where I'm goin'?
Take a journey through my head, you'll be Motrin
Lickin' and splittin' it, rollin' and hittin' it, bitches never change up
Boys meets the world, no Cory and Topanga
Different kinds of haters always tend to twist they face up
Bitches want some magic, I ain't with Hermione Granger
Lace up ya cleanin' shoes, throw on designer clothes
Grab your best weed, alcohol and finest hoes
Finna have a player's ball, have her make the call
Colors so bright and flamboyant that I paint the wall
Every time I walk by, have these bitches cock-eyed
Smokin' on some spinach, get me strong, call me Popeye
You with them chicken heads, they just tryna get ya bread
Think you gettin' pussy, end the night with just a kiss instead
[Chorus: Tom-Oh]
Pull up to the shows in fancy clothes
Slap hands, give dabs, that's how it goes
Hotel room L's are bein' rolled
Man, it's all I know, man, it's all I know, oh
Pull up to the shows in fancy clothes
Slap hands, give dabs, that's how it goes
Hotel room L's are bein' rolled
Man, it's all I know, man, it's all I know, oh

[Verse 3: Tom-Oh]
[?] we be on our way
To the afterparty, get tipsy, then sleep all through the day
I need a break, man, I'm livin' in a dream (Uh-huh)
[?]
I need to get away, JFK, I catch a plane
All these road trips are drivin' me insane
Bitch, without a dollar in my wallet
[?] that says, "Hello, I'm Thomas"
I'm broke, I promise, but I'm always bein' honest (Yeah)
Cheddar on my mind, I'm like a mouse, modest
Wish I'm countin' numbers like you dial on a phone
Rub a dollar bill on my neck instead of cheap cologne
Got a fresh pair of kicks and my snap back, right?
No skinny jeans, sir, I'm not that type
Twistin' up another somethin' before we take flight
Put my head on top the pillow and I'm out for the night
[Chorus: Tom-Oh]
Pull up to the shows in fancy clothes
Slap hands, give dabs, that's how it goes
Hotel room L's are bein' rolled
Man, it's all I know, man, it's all I know, oh
Pull up to the shows in fancy clothes
Slap hands, give dabs, that's how it goes
Hotel room L's are bein' rolled
Man, it's all I know, man, it's all I know, oh