What Do You Do Songtext
von Mac Miller feat. Sir Michael Rocks

This tambourine

Shaker

Man, I think I′m Eric Andre
Man, I think I'm Louis C.K
Man, I think so therefore I am
Man, it′s 8:00 a.m
Man, my mind is an emporium of cute naked hoes (naked hoes)
My brother one of the only ones I can confide in
It ain't no water in the pool, go ahead and dive in (dive in)
I toot my horn, I blow my bugle
I recycle, I say "free beluga whales" on YouTube
What do you do? (What do you do?)


Okay, the pussy like trouble 'cause I′m in it often
A drug habit like Philip Hoffman will probably put me in a coffin
But down the slope in my toboggan
Three day delirium, gettin′ weirder than Austin
Now it's 7 in the morning, this rapper life is so boring
Still at it
The drug absorbent, endorphin addict, yeah
The evil follow me, I got a devil magnet
I know a bitch who′ll let you fuck her for Coachella passes

Oh so pompous, the ambiance
You remind me of the lobby of the Mondrian
I saw you meditating, get your Gandhi on
If she got that stank puss, then I won't be long

Never lose your mind ′cause insanity is brutal
Life's just like college, all you have′s your noodle
Mirror, mirror on the wall, I'm staring at a dead man
Me and Mikey go back like Bron-Bron's headbands
The white American, hiding from the Aryan

New Tibetan Mastiff, and he hate it when you stare at him
Jump in, the jacuzzi on (yeah), say I fuck with you the long way
I love you more than Kanye love Kanye

Slave to the W, I don′t hang with losers
I′m in the suburbs doing drive-by's on Razor scooters
It′s my first try, swear I got a third eye
It's work time, I sell the coke to the students out in Irvine


Eh, coming off the high, listening to Jamiroquai
Why we going through hell when we trying to get to paradise?
It′s like we ain't scared of death but be scared of life
It′s like we shooting for the stars but we scared of heights (scared of heights)

I'm in-doors, pair of gym shorts, with the Sith Lord
We might go bowling later, maybe play Connect 4
Get high, fucking with the Tech Deck
Callin' local middle schools and send in some death threats

Hey look, when I tell you this, I mean this seriously, from the bottom of my heart
I need the briefcase in 15 minutes, or everybody′s finished

I love my powder white, prefer my bitches black
I′m getting lit' with Da$h, you don′t see us in the back
No longer little Mac, a briefcase with a million, cash
Oh, yeah

Let me off at the top
Let me off at the top
Let me off at the top
Let me off at the top
Let me off at the top
Let me off at the top
Let me off at the top
Let me off at the top

Let me off at the top, we can keep riding for now
Let me off at the top, the road keeps winding around
Let me off at the top, oh, I'm high as the clouds
Let me off at the top, hey, motherfucker shut your motherfuckin′ mouth
Yeah

Sure, they're terrific athletes