Mac Miller - Erica's House lyrics

[Intro: Mac Miller]

Around a fire doing a thunder dance

You know what's a funny word? Underpants

Let's go to Syria and have a war

Stop fucking calling me Macklemore

That's not my name, well kinda

It's kind of my name

(A little bit louder)

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]

Yeah, so I sold the mansion and moved to my mom's attic

Life was a blockbuster but now it's a cult classic

Smoke 'til I'm asthmatic, embracing my bad habits

Travelling down the hall, I'm chasing a fast rabbit

Well that's acid, still weird from my last tablet

I love like a folk singer but fuck like a crack addict

Practicing black magic and watching some car crashes

Snapchattin' a dick pic and sent it to Bob Saget (I'm a faggot)

Word, the aliens have landed

I don't panic in my fortress made of granite

Take life for granted, probably won't when it ends

Thank God I'm sober again


[Hook: Treejay]

Run away, run away

Run, run, run away

Oh my...


[Verse 2: Mac Miller]

Who let the dogs out?

Stop what you're doing and put 'em back in the doghouse

I wasn't human, I'm feeling like I'm a god now

But most of the time I don't need to know what I'm talking 'bout

Bitch, I'm a walking, talking crocodile

Take a picture with my mom and crop her out

Go to her house, coked up, and lock her out

(Sorry about that)

I'm possibly a phony, don't believe me

You can't tell that I'm so lonely from the TV

I hate myself cause I'm a white rapper

I hate white rappers but an industry of kite masters made me rich

Short-shorts and high socks

I feel like chalk without a sidewalk

Back in the 'burgh I'mma eat at my favorite Thai spot

And smile as the hungry eyes watch


[Hook: Treejay]

Run away, run away

Run, run, run away

Oh my...


[Verse 3: Mac Miller]

Yeah, still having sex with blind people (it feel good)

They say my pussy smell like pine needles (as it should)

Bust a nut in the poultry section at Giant Eagle

Stare a chicken in the face like, bitch, I'mma eat you

Yea, I'm all kinds of evil

Eating mushrooms out in London trynna find the Beatles

I'm still sick of people

Go back to saying, be a chief and kick it with Mr. Roedel

(That was my English teacher)

Retina display on my Macintosh

That's high definition jacking off

In LA trying to get me an acting job

Cause my idol David Hasselhoff


[Interlude: Mac Miller]

Man, Germans love David Hasselhoff

I hear they like David Hasselhoff more than they like Jews

And they love Jews out there


[Outro: Treejay]

Runaway, catch a plane

Know I did, ooh

Ooh, ooh

Runaway, Runaway, Runaway

Ooh, ooh

Girl, Runaway

You better run away






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