Mac Miller — A Night In The Studio

[Intro] Ayo, Josh Ayo, where the fuck you at, man? What you mean you on your way, yo? Our session was at nine, it's fuckin' eleven I'm out here blowed, smokin L's, waitin' for your ass I don't even think I got— Oh no, I definitely still got some weed for the lab But still, when you gon' be here? Soon? Motherfucker, how soo—oh, there you are right now Ayo, what's good, bruh? This is a DJ Haze exclusive (Hello?) Ayo, what's good, bruh? Shit, chillin' Yeah, I'm tryin' to go to the studio or whatever Yeah, I got shit to drop, motherfucker I always got shit to drop, damn Aight, you'll meet me there? Aight [Verse] I woke up, scratched my nuts, rolled a Swisher on the shitter, ha Got blowed, then I light me up a cigarette The coolest flow, [?] movie role Now I'm tryna head up to the lab I headed to the studio, open the door Say, "What's up?" to everybody who was posted before 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, aight, let's go (Do it) I let go, intro of the beat's startin' Say a couple words, try not to be retarded, ha 'Cause I'm 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 one It's like a war when the soldier pull the first gun Everything blank, it's me and the mic I don't read a lot, so I try and see what I write (Visualize) Visualize the melody, hypnotize Everybody watchin', I hope they ain't blink they eyes 'Cause you don't wanna miss a fuckin' second when I'm catchin' wreck I be in the booth goin' off, try and catch my breath Couple more bars, couple seconds left Killin' 'em softly, takin' extra steps They never guessed I'd be murderin' and blessin' Aight, the first done, but before we start the second We gotta do mad shit, doubles and ad-libs And Josh make it sound like magic He a old school genius with the Pro Tools Try and 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 got a hook on it And my verses with that, they sound good on it (Uh-huh) Now I do a second, maybe do a third If I'm in the mood to go crazy with my words (Yeah) I take a little break, got some haze to burn The cats sittin' outside can wait they turn (Wait, bitch) We makin' classics in the session, mom's askin' me these questions "When you comin' home? You got school" Ha, nah, 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 it's dark I'm blowed and can't find where the fuck I parked So I beep the car, oh, there it is Let's go ahead and dip, hop in the whip, light a cigarette and sit Got a ride home ahead of us, slumped in the back Tell my mans with the whip to bump on my track I'm tryna ride out, and I'm high now I'm out