Mac Daddy (Tru's Reality)

Dad, uh, when are we gonna order this Mac?
You got the cash?
I'm close
That's what I thought

I want a Mac, I want a Mac, Daddy, I need a Mac
I want a Mac, I want a Mac, Daddy, I need a Mac
Them Apples don't grow on trees

I want a Macintosh laptop, packaging so posh
Fits like a glove in that tiny little white box
Pretty as a picture but it ain't all show
At 8 RAM deep I be running Logic Pro
To make my own beats, Dad
Keep me off the streets, Dad
An Xbox, would even take the backseat
So please give me a job so I can stack that paper
(Rock the beat) 'Cause this is major

I want a Mac, I want a Mac, Daddy, I need a Mac
So I can make my own beats
I want a Mac, I want a Mac, Daddy, I need a Mac
Them Apples don't grow on trees

Yo I'm saving for a laptop and looking for some work
Five bucks an hour and I'm willing to serve
Ain't no job too U-G-L to the Y
I'll do almost anything to make that Macbook fly
Yo, I'll teach you how to cross it over
Then play chess all day with Moses
I'll take Leo to the Franklin Fair
Dad, I'd even braid Marlee's hair (c'mon man)

I want a Mac, I want a Mac, Daddy, I need a Mac
So I can make my own beats
I want a Mac, I want a Mac, Daddy, I need a Mac
Them Apples don't grow on trees

I want a Mac, I want a Mac, Daddy, I need a Mac
So I can make my own beats
I want a Mac, I want a Mac, Daddy, I need a Mac
Servin' up them Jesus freaks

(Show me how to do it, drop that beat)
(Show me how to do it, drop that beat)

I want a Mac, I want a Mac, Daddy, I need a Mac
So I can make my own beats
I want a Mac, I want a Mac, Daddy, I need a Mac
Them Apples don't grow on trees

I want a Mac, I want a Mac, Daddy, I need a Mac
So I can make my own beats
I want a Mac, I want a Mac, Daddy, I need a Mac
Servin' up them Jesus freaks

So you really wanna earn a Mac this summer?
Yessir
Music for the people
Yeah man, we got that soul sauce
Soul sauce?



Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Frasure, Toby Mckeehan, Truett Mckeehan
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