Can I Live feat. Mac Miller - Casey Veggies, Mac Miller

He ain’t ridin insurance like whatever though

Say you got a bad chick, mine looks better though

Got her on lock, but I swear we ain’t together though

She’s just gonna ride with a nigga 'till I let her go

Rapping what I’m living man, the shit I spit is medical

Soothing to the mind like Cali green, that’s medical

Young boy flyer than that time I ate an edible

Keep going up like a kite when you let it go

I be on some new shit, new chick from Mexico

Trying to have kids, I told her I wasn’t ready though

Yeah, they ain’t know me like shawty know me

And they ain’t no better than shawty though

You niggas be playing so I had to hit the audible

Touchdown pass, sold crack going Roddy though

Rocking that shit, got me looking like a pot of gold

Hit the jackpot, now we popping, it’s the party ho

I just want it all, so I can have enough to give

No more worrying at all, baby I just wanna live

We can go to the mall, then be back to the crib

Then you can tell your friends that you relaxed with the kid

(Lay back, get it big, can I live?)

Living flyer than I’ve ever been, you just mad you never been

Bitches at the tele getting freaky like they lesbians

And they noticed everything I kick incredible

Mac Miller here with the homie Mr. Vegetables

Most Dope general, I know you see us on tour

Do a thirty minute set, the people want more

And that’s an encore

The show runs late

Bitches give me head trying to find out how my cum taste

I ain’t talking about the jeweler, saying «Fuck Jake»

Iphone on me for my Sports Center updates

OH, the Steelers won again

And groupies rolling through, I tell them bring a hundred friends

It’s good we out in Cali, and Casey that’s my homie

We cooler than Moe Dee, it’s easy macaroni

Shawty wanna ride that pony, tell her give me brain, no teeth

Boy we party all night and we don’t sleep

Got up his endurance about his cheddar though

Got the chick in her bare ass, Plaxico

Rappers off that cheap gas, got that shit from Texaco

Rapping until you’re thirty, don’t really know how to let it go

Yeah, my father had to let me know

Everything he did were situations to help me grow

As a young kid little shit makes you miserable

Now I’m grown up, told that man that I’m about to blow

Once I get going there’s no stopping

They roaring, we’re show stopping

Wasn’t even aware that my flow’s proper, but it is fosho

Once you makeup your mind, man you can get the dough

Split up your time and clock in, you’ll grow

I talk about uplifting shit

Plus all the chicks I hit

Plus the one girl I love

She knows exactly who she is

Sincerely, rap’s hope

Hope you’re hearing me

My future’s so bright

That it’s scaring me