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Mac Miller

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Ladies and gentlemen
Thank you for being here this evening
You could’ve been anywhere in the world
But you’re right here with me
So give it up to swag swagman doo on the saxophone
And let me do my thing

Uh hey, i said to sip this glow when it taste this good
I got a mansion in the hills and that’s my neighborhood
A empty spot on the shelf, i need a vase to put that
A couple wooden chairs that be lookin good yea
And baby if you want i’ll wait for you
We could sit inside my crib and watch a pay-per-view
‘cause i just need you next to me, keepin my accessory
I just wanna sing you your new favorite toy

And it goes a little something like this
Tonight a opportunity that you might miss
I just wanna get you feelin right like this
And end the night with that goodnight kiss, bliss

That pretty girl standing by my side
She down to ride, yea
I could love you just how you like
Take a breath of my air
Don’t be scared, don’t be scared
Don’t be scared, don’t be scared

I love to lick your pussy ‘cause it tastes so good
And i could read your face like it’s my favorite book
You look like rihanna mixed with megan, good huh
She a good fuck, always give me good love
Baby i just wanna hold you tight
You tell me that i’m trippin and i know you right
You feel just like a swimming pool,
Let me dive right into you
Stay there for a while ‘cause i know it’s a nice view
Cold as ice with a heart like august
Throw some wu-tang on you like uh shit
Baby i like your bra width
That brooke burr, we be fuckin on the carpet
My little nasty girl but she a business woman
No telling what she’ll do but she’ll be in the moment
Lay it down, i like it if you stayed around
So saxophone man, can you play me out?

That pretty girl standing by my side
She down to ride, yea
I could love you just how you like
Take a breath of my air
Don’t be scared, don’t be scared
Don’t be scared, don’t be scared

Saxophone man, can you play me out?

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