“Smoke Signals”
Aight, John Record, Easy Mac
Ill Spoken collectin’ lines
Yeah, ha
[John Record & Mac Miller:]
(Yeah) When we reminisce
(Yeah) When we reminisce
(Yeah) When we reminisce
Let the smoke signal guide you back home like Indians
And lend a spliff, and bullshit with my kinsmen
The Yuengling coolin’ me down from the heat on the streets (Yeah)
Take me back to those times of peace
Let me see those leaves turn at Frick, and kick flows, that’s sick
And think back to chicks who loved my magic stick
[John Record:]
When you look back, Malcolm (What’s good?)
Never forget, never regret the outcome
Never tear or spend a year askin’, “How come?”
Lookin’ for love, ’cause you found some
Never let a dime infiltrate your mind
She has no right questionin’ McCormick design
Never quest for beef, always be cordial in rhymes
Never bored with your time on this planet Earth
Take a nap, take a snap, but when you take it for granted, it hurts
Try to be thrifty, so you manage your worth
Expect the best but plan for the worst
Never take advice from those who never question themselves
But your mental health should never be menaced by doubt
MM, I’m your MC Mentor
There for sure when things go south
I’m out, en route to beat back the nookie (Ha)
She says she loves me, what she want, half a cookie?
Never contemplate life when you’re higher than giraffe pussy
[Mac Miller & John Record:]
Met Rec, the rest is history (Yeah, yeah)
‘Cause him and me, well, we hit the weed in-between the misery
We spit for free, we had dreams of gettin’ cream
But things don’t always go exactly how they seem
The big kids, they’re talkin’ ’bout their big guns
But I just chill, lay back, hear the kick drum
Boom kak, boom-ba-boom kak
Around and back, now I’m gettin’ off track
And I saw rap as a way to get away
From everybody tellin’ me today is not my day
My day, my week, my month, my year, my tears
Held back, confronted by my fears
This endless intelligence, my mind can expand
As high as I am, chill, I’ll be fine with a gram (Ha)
‘Cause I’ll be bumpin’ through the speaker box, tryna bust a flow
At first an outcast lookin’ for the love below
But don’t mistake my terminology for philosophy
Screamin’ ’til I get what I want, like a toddler be
Urban mythology, the words of the prophecy
The prodigy, see deep inside your mind like psychology
Taught to be verbal, passin’ purple in the circle like we pass a word
Savor the mind but you [?]
Attack [?] happens fast and your ass’ll swerve
Got a question, ask it first
Pass the purp and mash the verse
(Yeah)
(Yeah, Easy Mac, John Record)
Let the smoke signal guide you back home like Indians (Yeah)
And lend a spliff, and bullshit with my kinsmen
The Yuengling coolin’ me down from the heat on the streets
Take me back to those times of peace (Where you wanna go?)
Let me see those leaves turn at Frick, and kick flows, that’s sick
And think back to chicks who loved my magic stick
(Yeah, Easy Mac, John Record)
Let the smoke signal guide you back home like Indians
And lend a spliff, and bullshit with my kinsmen
The Yuengling coolin’ me down from the heat on the streets
Take me back to those times of peace
Let me see those leaves turn at Frick, and kick flows, that’s sick
And think back to chicks who loved my magic stick
[Mac Miller:]
Yeah, Pittsburgh
I like that
[?]
Ha, yeah
About Mac Miller Lyrics
Artist: Mac Miller
Related songs: Ready, Set, Start Lyrics
Born: January 19, 1992, Point Breeze, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, United States
Died: September 7, 2018, Studio City, California, United States
Songwriting partners: Ariana Grande, Tyler, the Creator, MORE
Nominations: Grammy Award for Best Rap Album, MORE
Genre: Hip hop music, Pop music, Alternative hip hop, Electro Hop, Hip-Hop/Rap, Soundtracks