Mac Miller
Playing Mac Miller with the cowboy killer
Hanging out the side of her lip
Windows down but we can't leave town
So we take another whip
And that old Ford I bought second hand
Look how she got me smoking half a pack
About to turn red like the end of that cigarette
Another night another drive
If you're taking a chance to get high with me
Lean the seat back lay off the gas seeing how far we'll get
And I ain't talking about the road hunny
Nothing more to do when you got no money
We might burn out then maybe we won't
Till then we're blowing smoke
Going home racing the clock
Stayed out a little late gotta watch for cops
That son of a bitch he got something to prove
He must have got picked on back in high school
Sneaking through the door and hear the floorboards creak
Like they know where we been, got it out for me
Ain't no trouble that we ain't been in before
Another night another drive
If you're taking a chance to get high with me
Lean the seat back lay off the gas seeing how far we'll get
And I ain't talking about the road hunny
Nothing more to do when you got no money
We might burn out but then maybe we won't
Till then we're blowing smoke
So if one day we run out of borrowed time
Guess we'll always have 2009, till then it's
Another night another drive
If you're taking a chance to get high with me
Lean the seat back lay off the gas seeing how far we'll get
And I ain't talking about the road hunny
Nothing more to do when you got no money
We might burn out then maybe we won't
Till then we're blowing smoke
Hanging out the side of her lip
Windows down but we can't leave town
So we take another whip
And that old Ford I bought second hand
Look how she got me smoking half a pack
About to turn red like the end of that cigarette
Another night another drive
If you're taking a chance to get high with me
Lean the seat back lay off the gas seeing how far we'll get
And I ain't talking about the road hunny
Nothing more to do when you got no money
We might burn out then maybe we won't
Till then we're blowing smoke
Going home racing the clock
Stayed out a little late gotta watch for cops
That son of a bitch he got something to prove
He must have got picked on back in high school
Sneaking through the door and hear the floorboards creak
Like they know where we been, got it out for me
Ain't no trouble that we ain't been in before
Another night another drive
If you're taking a chance to get high with me
Lean the seat back lay off the gas seeing how far we'll get
And I ain't talking about the road hunny
Nothing more to do when you got no money
We might burn out but then maybe we won't
Till then we're blowing smoke
So if one day we run out of borrowed time
Guess we'll always have 2009, till then it's
Another night another drive
If you're taking a chance to get high with me
Lean the seat back lay off the gas seeing how far we'll get
And I ain't talking about the road hunny
Nothing more to do when you got no money
We might burn out then maybe we won't
Till then we're blowing smoke
Credits
Writer(s): Meg Mcree, Regan Rousseau, Tyler Halverson, Harper O'neill
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