Why You After Me by Mac Miller Lyrics
[Intro: Mac Miller]
It's real late on a Saturday night
Take you on a ride real quick, yeah
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Let's take a stroll down the road of hip-hop in the past (Yup)
Don't miss a rap, need to listen when I'm in the class
Grab a (What?) pen and a pad (Yeah), and then I get mad
Hip-hop and I got history, we ended it bad
See, I was friends with her dad (What?)
The jazz, funky, soul shit
As I gave birth, I realized I can't control Ms. Needy (Nope)
I'm askin' all these MC's to feed me
'Cause hip-hop took my life and money, bitch is greedy
[Chorus: Mac Miller & John Record]
Why you after me?
And the game say, "Slow down, youngin," and you say
I gotta get away
Yeah, and then that man said to flow downtown, and you say
Fuck you, right?
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
I remember savin' quarters just to get a tape recorder
I'm abstract, see, I seem to run away from borders
I ain't tryna be a slave to order, I'm movin' forward
Mary Jane my girl, so I gotta make some paper for her
My name is sorta cheesy but I do mack easy
It's a quick-serve meal with all these rappers that they feed me
For energy, money makin', melody rich
Gettin' green like a bundle of some celery sticks
I'm losin' my mind, payin' for my studio time
Yeah, the white kid on the corner, dog, who knew he could rhyme?
They wonder what's influencin' my music that I make
My mind stay never lettin' time wait
I lie straight, and smoke heavily, got no memory
Words I wrote cleverly over these dope melodies
I'ma keep spittin' 'til I least broke seventy
And you could find me smokin' L's with the elderly
[Chorus: Mac Miller & John Record]
Why you after me?
And the game say, "Slow down, youngin," and you say
Yeah, and then that man said to flow downtown, and you say
It's real late on a Saturday night
Take you on a ride real quick, yeah
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Let's take a stroll down the road of hip-hop in the past (Yup)
Don't miss a rap, need to listen when I'm in the class
Grab a (What?) pen and a pad (Yeah), and then I get mad
Hip-hop and I got history, we ended it bad
See, I was friends with her dad (What?)
The jazz, funky, soul shit
As I gave birth, I realized I can't control Ms. Needy (Nope)
I'm askin' all these MC's to feed me
'Cause hip-hop took my life and money, bitch is greedy
[Chorus: Mac Miller & John Record]
Why you after me?
And the game say, "Slow down, youngin," and you say
I gotta get away
Yeah, and then that man said to flow downtown, and you say
Fuck you, right?
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
I remember savin' quarters just to get a tape recorder
I'm abstract, see, I seem to run away from borders
I ain't tryna be a slave to order, I'm movin' forward
Mary Jane my girl, so I gotta make some paper for her
My name is sorta cheesy but I do mack easy
It's a quick-serve meal with all these rappers that they feed me
For energy, money makin', melody rich
Gettin' green like a bundle of some celery sticks
I'm losin' my mind, payin' for my studio time
Yeah, the white kid on the corner, dog, who knew he could rhyme?
They wonder what's influencin' my music that I make
My mind stay never lettin' time wait
I lie straight, and smoke heavily, got no memory
Words I wrote cleverly over these dope melodies
I'ma keep spittin' 'til I least broke seventy
And you could find me smokin' L's with the elderly
[Chorus: Mac Miller & John Record]
Why you after me?
And the game say, "Slow down, youngin," and you say
Yeah, and then that man said to flow downtown, and you say