Mac Miller — She Mine

[Chorus: Choo Jackson] I witness highs, I win the low (Ayy, ayy) One thing you know, I got the glow (Ayy, ayy) Can't trap the mind, now nigga, you know (Ayy, ayy) Oh, that's your ho, but yeah, she mine, yeah (Ayy, ayy) Oh yeah, she mine, yeah (Ayy, ayy) Oh yeah, she mine, yeah (Ayy, ayy) Oh yeah, she mine, yeah (Ayy, ayy, uh, go) [Verse 1: Choo Jackson] Oh Lord, please don't talk about my penmanship We can talk about all the things that I did this year I'm a wrestler, might hit you with the finisher Tried to take my style, take it back, give it here Little nigga, don't you ever try to tell me I ain't ready Did you see my damn wrist? Pissed on R. Kelly And a bad bitch here, put the dick up in her belly And I'm walkin' round town, grill on like I'm Nelly (Coco) Oh yeah, I can make it come down like confetti No sense in gettin' mad 'cause you peanut butter jealous Put a ho on a flight, I'ma send her straight to Dallas If she disrespect me, I'ma cut her like a mullet, ayy (Cut her off) Remember, got a crown and it's all day (All day) And we run the town, what ya gon' say? (Gon' say) Car lookin' butter, yeah, that's part cake (Skrrt, skrrt) Pull up in this butter, yeah, that's parkin' [Chorus: Choo Jackson] I witness highs, I win the low (Ayy, ayy) One thing you know, I got the glow (Ayy, ayy) Can't trap the mind, now nigga, you know (Ayy, ayy) Oh, that's your ho, but yeah, she mine, yeah (Ayy, ayy) Oh yeah, she mine, yeah (Ayy, ayy) Oh yeah, she mine, yeah (Ayy, ayy) Oh yeah, she mine, yeah (Ayy, ayy) [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Yeah Hear the flow takin' off like all her clothes before we fuck Eyes have opened up like Folgers caps I woke up, found the dope and rolled a blunt Ain't sober much, I'm stoned as fuck Smokin' drugs so blunted, the flow cold-blooded But I know what it's like, broke, no money No hundreds, no twenties, low budget, so hungry You don't wanna be a nobody Okay, most of the time, my head is close to the line Of blowin' up, like shakin' up soda Fall into a coma on the sofa Rise from the sun, throw up and roll okra Yessir, when the goin' get tough, guess what? You fold up like yoga, well, you know, uh Boss, you know that don't ya? Yoda Work on the road, you drove a Toyota Corolla And you stay below the, speed limit, yeah Geniuses I'm on the Beatle shit, "Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da" Go to Boca Raton, Florida Slow up, why don't ya? Lay low, stay close to the ground, king cobra Boa constricted, restrictions Tryin' to get quicker with decisions Why do I need to get lifted? I'm too unstable, keep your distance, yeah Yeah, they say, "Why don't ya grow up, what's the hold up? We know you're faded Show up late with no idea what the fuck you're doin' here" (Okay) "Do you have a license to drive that vessel?" (Skrrt) "Do you have the paperwork to drive that vessel?" (Skrrt) "Yeah, you walk around like you're clueless Your head is in the clouds, you actin' stupid" I got nothin' to do with this bullshit [Outro: Mac Miller] Yeah, okay You drivin' slower You smell the weed smoke aroma when I'm comin' over It's fuckin' seven in the mornin' Time to go the fuck home and Go to sleep, maybe make some food