Mac Miller – Programs (Guitar)

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Yep, yep, yep, yuh, yuh, yuh

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I don't got a reason to lie

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They gave me the key to the sky

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But I'd rather open my eyes

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'Cause that's what'll keep me alive

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Somethin' that's easin' my mind

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Please do not fuck up my day

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Everybody want a headline

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I don't got nothin' to say

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'Cept I'm comin' back with the freshness

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You know I love makin' an entrance

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Now now, don't get defensive

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Time is a matter of seconds (one, two, yeah)

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Off to see the wizard, lead the picture, me and liquor

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Evil mixture, demons clitter

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Clean the whiskers, seeking Mr. Fisherman

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Back on my shit again

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Doin' my own dance

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Feel the rhythm that's no hands

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I tell ya vision like programs

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Busy livin' on triple digits, young old man

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Ya'll dead wrong I'm upper with the echelon

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So butter when the bread long

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I'm going strong till my head gone

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(til' my head gone)

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Yeah, floatin' back up on the scene

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I'm sayin hello (hello)

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Do my thing up on the strings like Tom Morello

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I keep it movin' you'll be doin way to much

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I ain't tellin' time just

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To tell you when it's up (yup)

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Yeah, I'm only keepin' good company

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I am not talkin' to you

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If you don't have love for me (yeah)

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Yeah, one for you and one for me (yeah, yeah)

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I am not talkin' to you if you don't have love for me

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Yeah, I mean wow, do not touch that dial

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I've waited a while, been around

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Just like word of mouth, you gon' hear me out (and I)

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And I, and I, and I put that on my house

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I'm always goin' overboard,

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I better swim before I drown (drown)

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I'm like rubber with the bounce, hundred be the count

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Drummin' loud, that's Stunner

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With the sounds (bang, bang, bang, bang)

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I was younger, fuck around, every summer wild

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Always had it jumpin' at the house

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Clappin' for ya'll, I'm into havin' it all

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Feelin' like Shaq with the call, stature is tall

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Rollin' around with the homies,

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A battery pack on my dawgs

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Fuck with my dawgs, havin' enough ain't a lot

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Puttin' a check in the box, straight to the top

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It don't matter, never mind the

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Pattern when you're takin' your shot

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Yeah, enough with the bullshit,

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Enough with the bullshit

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Enough with the extras, fuck all my money,

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I swear I been through it

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Fuck all the losin', that's just an illusion

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Gotta keep them comin' back for more to keep it movin'

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I'm only keepin' good company

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I am not talkin' to you

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If you don't have love for me (yeah)

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Yeah, one for you and one for me (yeah, yeah)

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I am not talkin' to you if

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You don't have love for me (love for me)

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Follow me another way

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Yeah, you know you better stand god damn

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Put your hands together,

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Everybody got money, get the band together

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Movin' like you can't stand the weather,

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But it ain't gon' rain always