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 [Intro mac miller] 
Who put the spiders in my apple sauce? 
Took the pins out my hand grenade? 
Somebody said that I deserve to die 
I looked him in the eye and said the devil's not circumcised 
Who put spiders in my apple sauce? 
Took the pins out my hand grenade? 
Somebody told that I deserve to die 
I looked him in the eye and said the devil not circumcised. 
[Verse 1 mac miller] 
So play me a song on the guitar 
Got a rainforest in my cigar 
There's knots in my yo-yo string 
Put a crown on my stallion, I'm the polo king 
I fell in love with a go-go dancer, she's a single mom 
The underdog, I like to play the game with diddy kong 
She the god type, throw that bitch a klondike 
Everything is alright, see it's written in the psalms 
I told her I get rich off my little songs 
Gave her a billion reasons that she should come along 
Immediately, she dropped her shit 
But everywhere I go, they tell me 'watch your bitch!' 
God damn! I guess I got another one 
Good vibrations, marky mark and the funky bunch 
I put the gourmet flavors inside the honey blunt 
Got my head underwater but I ain't comin' up 
Fuck air, my bitch's ass is like a plump pear 
And she ain't pretty or ugly, I say she's just fair 
Man this life is unfair. 
[Hook mac miller] 
Okay I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nothin' to lose 
And I'ma do this 'til I'm a hundred and two 
Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you? 
I said I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nothin' to do 
And I'ma do this 'til I'm a hundred and two 
Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you? 
[Verse 2 mac miller] 
I'm readin' old playboy magazines 
Somethin' from the 50's when the journalism had it's peak 
You play the background, you just a member of the faculty 
I'm actually out here decision makin' 
Had to get my shit together, I was missin' payments 
I just pray to god that my lady isn't famous 
She threw the gown on and we hit the banquet 
She got her own stories, just let the bitch explain it. 
[Verse 3 mike jones] 
Mac, I think the girl that you speakin' 'bout 
Was in fact the same chick, late night, creepin' out 
Sneakin' out, my homie knew it, told me keep an eye 
Found out she was twerkin', found out she wasn't workin' 
The whole game switched when my man hit 
Got me rollin' in a circle, top down, blowin' purple 
Seen the parkin' lot, I'm 'bout to crawl up like a turtle 
Seen the parkin' lot, I'm 'bout to crawl up like a turtle 
Swang, switchin' lane to lane, still tippin' 
Trunk up, top down, call it parkin' lot pimpin' 
Mike jones, switchin' lane to lane, still tippin' 
Trunk up, top down, call it parkin' lot pimpin'. 
[Hook mac miller] 
Okay I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nothin' to lose 
And I'ma do this 'til I'm a hundred and two 
Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you? 
I said I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nothin' to do 
And I'ma do this 'til I'm a hundred and two 
Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you? 
 
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