Text: Mac Miller. K.I.D.S.. Traffic In The Sky.

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Recently it seem like every where we go
The drinks stay cold where we coolin'
Being broke starts to get a little old
My money had to get some fine tunin'
Tonight might be the night I make it
So let's live it up and don't regret it at all
All these faces, different places
People hit me up but I'm forgettin to call
Get away to California when the weather get's colder
My honey's by the pool and I'm sippin on mimosas
Chillin at the beach house loungin' on the sofa
Try to find a cheuffer on my way to blow up,
Stoner, roll up, fishin, champange wishin'
Five star chefs they cookin' in the kitchen
But makin only the good shit,
See the way I livin' they like oh my goodness

I tell em I'm fine,
I ain't got a damn thing on my mind
And baby all we got is time
Let's just watch the clouds go by