Interpret:

Mac Miller

Album:

The Jukebox: Prelude to Class Clown

(Ay yo Josh 
Ay yo where the fuck you at man? 
What you mean you on your way yo 
Our session was at 9 its fuckin' 11 
Im out here, blow smokin L's 
Waitin for yo ass 
I dont even think I got.. 
Oh no I definitely still got some weed for the lab 
But still when you gonna be here? 
Soon? Mother fucker how soo.. 
Oh there you are right now 
Ay yo whats good bro? 


This is a DJ Haze exclusive 
Ay yo whats good bro 
Just here chillin' 
Yeah Im tryin to go to the studio or whatever 
Yeah I got shit to drop mpther fucker 
I always got shit to drop damn 
Ight you'll meet me there? 
Alright) 


I woke up scratched my nuts 
Rolled a swisher on the shitter 
Got blow then I light me up a cigarette 
The coolest flow coolio a movie roll 
Now I'm tryna head up to the lab 
I headed to the studio open the door 
Say wassup to everybody who was 'posed perform 
I'm bout to record they know I'm smokin' of course 
Blow some haze in the air pull out my notebook 
Then I head up to the booth load the beat off my email 
Phone on silent ignorin' calls from females 
My man Josh sit down get the tempo 
Put on my headphones 
Ight, let's go 
I let go intro the beats startin' 
Say a couple words try not to be retarded 
Cuz Im a goofy dude doin what I choose to do 
Eatin' tracks up like some snacks call me scooby doo 
Now the beat about to drop verse 1 
Its like a whirlwind the soldier pull the first gun 
Everything's blank it's just me and the mic 




I don't read a lot so I try and see what I write 
Visualize the melody, hypnotize everybody watchin 
I hope they ain't blink they eyes 
Cuz you don't wanna miss a fuckin second 
When I'm catchin wreck 
I be in the booth goin' off try to catch my breath 
Couple more bars couple seconds left 
Killin' em softly takin' extra steps 
They never guessed I be murderin' and blessin' 
Ight the first done but before we start the second 
We gotta do man shit 
Doubles and ad libs 
And Josh makin' sound like magic 
He a old school genius with the pro tools 
Tryna school me on everything that the pros do 
I tell him that he needs to think it in the book 
But for now we makin guap just singin' on some hooks 
So I don't worry bout the chorus 
The track gotta hook on it 
And my verses wit dat, they sound good on it 
Now I do a second maybe do a third 
If I'm in the mood to go crazy with my words 
I take a lil' break got some haze to burn 
The cast sittin' outside can wait they turn 
We makin' classics in the session 
Mom's askin me these questions 
(When you comin' home you got school) 
Naw, I'm suspended 
After this track done burn the last blunt smokin' good 
Payin' for my time with stolen goods 
Say peace to whoever, outside its dark 
I'm blowed and can't find where the fuck I parked 
So I beep the car, oh there it is 
Lets go ahead and hip hop in the whip 
Light them cigarette and sit 
Gotta ride homie ahead of us 
(Sprunked) in the back 
Tell my man wit the whip to bump on my track 


Tryna ride out, and I'm high now