I Bring The Soul & He Brings The Funk

[Intro: Mac Miller]
So much for one take, man
Hahaha
Aight, here we go
Haha, uh

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Life crazy now, when did this happen?
I'll probably make your favorite rapper wanna quit rappin'
Bin Laden had me disappear, kid snatchin'
I know you sleepin' on me though and that's a kidnappin'
Collaboration is bringin' you fascination
I'm captivatin' my cadence and leadin' my generation
To the forefront, comin' through, fuck it if the door shut
Girl put the team right on her back, poor slut
But wait a second, not disrespectin' the women
I love 'em, I wanna hug 'em
They mad, I'm pushin' their buttons
She ugly, look like her cousin
So I ain't givin' her nothin'
End of discussion, only the tens get sexual lovin'
My girl, come by the dozen, but the ain't what make me cooler
Got a eyepatch on me, I'm slick like I'm Rick the Ruler
So, this a crazy flow, let me slow it down
In here with Maseo, I'm givin' y'all the dopest style
Think you tough, huh? Oh, you a solider now?
I had these gangsters in here tryin' to get the [?] down
Piss a motherfucker off is what's incredible
Most Dope army, I'm the muhfuckin' general

[Chorus: Mac Miller]
On the grind, sick of workin' a nine to five
Everybody say I look like I'm kinda high
Fuck it, you bring the soul and I'ma bring the funk
I need y'all to put your hands up
Fucked up, but I promise I'm fine to drive
I just came in here to tell you that I'm alive
Fuck it, you bring the soul and I'ma bring the funk
I need y'all to put your hands up

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Ayo, pussy can't hold me, no one can control me
Punch you in the face like I'm Sugar Shane Moseley
Rap boxer, yeah, I'm Math Hoffa
In-between a field of dreams, word to Kevin Costner
Who you know that's iller than Mac? Riddle me that
Still hungry for success, here to give you the scraps
Talkin' all that shit, get you kicked in the ass
Chardonnay, if I may, I'll be sippin' my glass
I hold the mic, slap you with my left hand
Tonight's the night, motherfucker, word to Redman
Punchlines that'll make 'em say, "Ooh"
Ill for so long, you'da thought I caught the flu
Got simplified, sicker rhymes
Upside down, sixty-nine, twisted mind
Fartin' kid in class you had to sit behind
Bet your dime, pretty fly, cruise right out of District 9
Pullin' all the honeys every time I go to kick a rhyme
Little guy, Marvin Wayne, bitches to me all the same
Life is what I call a game to get up in the Hall of Fame
Fuck you, it's Christmas though
So you can kiss my fuckin' ass by the mistletoe

[Chorus: Mac Miller]
On the grind, sick of workin' a nine to five
Everybody say I look like I'm kinda high
Fuck it, you bring the soul and I'ma bring the funk
I need y'all to put your hands up
Fucked up, but I promise I'm fine to drive
I just came in here to tell you that I'm alive
Fuck it, you bring the soul and I'ma bring the funk
I need y'all to put your hands up

[Outro: Mac Miller]
Put ya, put ya, said put yo' hands up
Yeah, in the spot, put yo' hands up
If you, think it's hot, put yo' hands up
If you, down to rock, put yo' hands up
Yeah, I hope Maseo likes this one, man
I just wanted to rap a little bit
Because that's what I do, motherfucker