Canciones más populares de Mac Miller
Créditos
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Mac Miller
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Giorgio Moroder
Songwriter:in
Malcolm McCormick
Songwriter:in
Theo Ross Rosenthal
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Teddy Roxpin
Produzent:in
Big Jerm
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Eric Dan
Mischtechniker:in
Letras
[Verse 1]
It's 'bout to be big shit poppin'
By the time this shit is droppin'
Stopping not a option
I'm addicted, it's a problem
This way of life, sex, drugs, rock 'n roll
On the road, feeling blessed
Perform for sold-out shows
You rappers talkin' shit, what you know 'bout those?
What you know 'bout spittin' bars and the whole crowd goes?
It's unbelievable, these people say I made it
Throwin' down a little Henny, can't believe that I don't chase it
Life goes on, days gets brighter
I'm feeling like I came in with my haze, no lighter
So I'm looking for the missing piece, going down in history
For ripping beats, smooth game sweeter than a Krispy Kreme
You tune into my station, hope you listening
Turn it up and follow on my journey as I live my dream
All natural, whole foods that lay you back
Have you straight chillin' in a dope mood
And some shit is happy, like a show tune
This a brand new world, I could show you
Some people still have no clue
But they can look at all this cheese that I produce
[Verse 2]
In a world that go 'round
Are you up, are you down?
You in, are you out?
You smile, or you frown?
Just get up (Get up!)
Get up (Get up!)
Get up (Get up!)
Get up (Get up!)
In a world that go 'round
Are you up, are you down?
You in, or you out?
You smile, or you frown?
Just get up (Get up!)
Get up (Get up!)
Get up (Get up!)
Get up
[Verse 3]
Hey, ay yo
I'm fast lane switchin'
Rap game spittin'
Chillin' with some sour
Got a bad dame twistin'
These people think I'm goofy
Sayin', "Mac stay trippin'"
'Cause life a comedy, like my last name Griffin
Livin' for the moment, blowin' potent overloaded
And my swagger, call me old spice
Yeah, the kid is so nice
Smokin' in the whip, chillin', ducking from the po-lice
So bright, you know lights, I'm shining like a strobe light
Leave a show with money, and I always count my dough twice
Most dope general, and that shit is for life
My mama taught me well, so I even treat these hoes right
I'm polite, working in my office, but no Dwight
Coke white skinded, no light dimness
Me, who I am, plain sight for these bitches
And I ain't even tryna fight with these bitches
I don't got time to spend the night with these bitches
[Verse 4]
In a world that go 'round
Are you up, are you down?
You in, are you out?
You smile, or you frown?
Just get up (Get up!)
Get up (Get up!)
Get up (Get up!)
Get up (Get up!)
In a world that go 'round
Are you up, are you down?
You in, are you out?
You smile, or you frown?
Just get up (Get up!)
Get up (Get up!)
Get up (Get up!)
Get up
Written by: Giorgio Moroder, Malcolm McCormick, Theo Ross Rosenthal