Uh,
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Homie I remember everything,
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Every single blunt lit,
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Me and my homies we was all up on that dumb shit,
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Hittin' that one lick,
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Gettin' us dumb rich,
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Bein' extra sneaky not leavin' thumb prints,
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There was little Mac killin' packs of fun dip,
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And my people that been with us since the young kid,
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Gettin' caught by my pops blowin' haze.
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..smokin' blunts from my younger through my older days,
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Nothin' goes to waste,
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Not a day was smashed,
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There was doe to make,
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And we was makin' cash,
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Bangin' rap till the neighbors called the cops,
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Beatin' dudes up throwin' mollywops,
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Some people say that I'm all just talk,
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But I'll tell you everything about the block I walked,
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I wasn't cookin' pot, I wasn't tokin' guns,
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But I was lookin' high, stayin' smokin' blunts.
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Yeah I stole a little bit boy nothin' was cheap,
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Santa stayed puttin' that coal under my tree,
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And this is peace to my people and peace to my enemies,
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But nothin' keeps me alive like my memories...
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[Chorus]
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You make me feel alive, "These memories keep me alive",
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You are my highest light, "These memories keepin' me high",
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You make me feel alive, "These memories keep me alive",
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You are my highest light, "These memories keepin' me high",
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But lets get back to the good ones,
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We was just chasin' some women,
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Runnin' the game before we playin' an inning,
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Now we need that cake to the ceiling,
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Cook in the kitchen,
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But these, haters is grillin' fill the place up with villains,
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Cause we all just chillin' now,
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Got the illest crowed,
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Raisin' the roof, uh, breakin' the ceiling down,
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I'm iller now then when yall first heard me,
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Peace to the people who listened past the first week,
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And there's a lot of yall,
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So let me take a vow,
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This to memories,
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The drinks is on the house,
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We came a long damn way from sittin' on the couch,
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Peace to all my honies that was takin' off their blouse,
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You'll miss me when I'm out,
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Don't leave me when I'm gone,
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You hatin' fourty-year-olds I'm peein' on your lawn,
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I treat you like a jon,
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The way I treat a beat,
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This ain't everything, but I'll let you sneak a peak.
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[Chorus]
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Keep Me Alive
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| Mac Miller |
