paroles de chanson Aliens Fighting Robots (feat. Sir Michael Rocks) - Mac Miller feat. Sir Michael Rocks

I think this is yours (uh)
That works too
Anyway, guess who it is, everybody

Y'all is dead weight, less great, always gettin' second place
I tend to race ahead of pace, dippin' while I'm dressed in BAPE
Then they chase, catch me if you can, I ain't DiCaprio
This lucid dream will have you go like half a dose of Adderall

Capicola sandwiches are tasty from Primanti's
I'm a 5'7" giant, Brandon Jacobs, Eli Manning
Girls want makeup, get demanding, but they fake like orange tanning
So, my girl and I be up like we some college students cramming
For a test that we ain't study for, wonder, will she love me more?
With money, 'cause if not, I'm not sure what all this money for

Feelin' like a hundred wars are goin' on currently
Soldiers sent to death on some jets for the currency
Poison, take this mercury, I'll teach you for a learner's fee
How to turn your girlfriend to a circus freak

Cool by the word of Keith, fabric by the hand of Zeus
Actin' like you fuckin' with me, that's some shit I can't excuse
Focus is on manual, control the panoramic view, universe
You got a chance, don't blow it like how a tuba works

I plan to do somethin' that ain't tangible
Now I'm 'bout to hand it to the homie, Mikey Rock (Michael)
Hear what he sayin' to you

Take a trip, took a molly out with Banco Populari (uh-huh)
And word around the city is he sittin' in a Ferrari (yeah)
I told myself, I wouldn't get it, I'm sorry
That's my bad, I party 'til my Carties get foggy

Can't keep her hands off of me, got her locked, and lost the key (lost it)
Weed smoke, make it hard to see, we go harder than Carter one
Excuse me, baby, pardon me, can you fuck me like the honeymoon?
Not saying it's coming soon, but I want the real show (real show)

Give me the treatment that you gettin' all the heels for (heels for)
The shit they payin' all the bills for (bills for)
Man, I missed it, that cake taste delicious
They can't wait for vacations, paid for by pictures

I'm feeling good (feeling good), I'm pulling bills, I'm real as hell
I don't front (yeah), I roll blunts and papers
I don't fuck with fakers, your girl is asking me if I'ma take her
I'm straight though
You see, I'm booked up 'til April
That's mine, that's me, I take those
You try to see some pesos than shake though

You get exactly what you paid for, stop acting like you can't go
Swagging 'til the ankles
I feel you, baby
Hopefully, I look familiar lately

Falling down the same rabbit hole looking for love
But you will never ever get it because
It seem like it'll only happen when I'm holding the drugs
And you can never ever see it because

Life's a cliché, it ain't a bad one
First, the plane land, and then the bags come
We walkin' on this planet, seekin' action
Break a girl's heart, sorry, Ms. Jackson (damn)

Falling down the same rabbit hole looking for love
But you will never ever get it because
It seem like it only happen when I'm holding the drugs
And you can never ever see it

And it don't stop 'til the aliens fight the robots
And all the ladies take their clothes off
I'm here with Mikey and we gon' rock
This some shit you won't top (uh-huh)

I said, it don't stop 'til the aliens fight the robots
And all the ladies take their clothes off
I'm here with Mikey and we gon' rock
This some shit you won't top, top
Uh, yeah

I'm so high, what you think about that, baby?
On some other shit that tend to make me act crazy
Fifteen thousand, blow it on clothes
6 in the morning, still sittin' here, throwed

I'm buggin' out, buggin' out, I wonder if they know
Pull up to her house, and I wonder if she know
Buggin' out, buggin' out, I wonder if they know
Pull up to her house, and I wonder if she know

(Can I have some?)

(Can I have some?)