Erica House - Mac Miller/Treejay

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 f**king calling me Macklemore

That's not my name well kinda

It's kind of my name

(A little bit louder)

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 f**k 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 word the aliens have landed

The aliens have landed

I don't panic in my fortress made of granite

Made of granite

Take life for granted

Probably won't when it ends

Won't when it ends

Thank God I'm sober again

Sober again

Run away run away

Run run run away

Oh my

Who let the dogs out

Stop what you're doing

And put 'em back in the doghouse

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

Talking 'bout

B**ch I'm a walking

Talking crocodile

Take a picture with my mom and crop her out

Crop her out

Go to her house coked up

And lock her out

And lock her out

(Sorry about that)

I'm possibly a phony

Don't believe me

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

Made me rich

Short-shorts and high socks

High socks

I feel like chalk without a sidewalk

Sidewalk

Back in the 'burgh I'm a

Eat at my favorite Thai spot

And smile as the hungry eyes watch

Run away run away

Run run run away

Oh my

Yeah still having sex with blind

People (it feel good)

They say my p**sy smell like

Pine needles (as it should)

Bust a nut in the poultry section at Giant Eagle

Giant Eagle

Stare a chicken in the face like

B**ch I'mma eat you

I'mma eat you

Yea I'm all kinds of evil

Eating mushrooms out in London

Trynna find the Beatles

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

Macintosh

That's high definition jacking off

Jacking off

In LA trying to get me an acting job

Acting job

Cause my idol David Hasselhoff

Hasselhoff

Man Germans love David Hasselhoff

I hear they like David Hasselhoff

More than they like Jews

And they love Jews out there

Runaway catch a plane

Know I did ooh

Ooh ooh

Runaway Runaway Runaway

Runaway

Ooh ooh

Girl Runaway

You better run away