[Lyric] In Love With This Bud (Mac Miller)

[Intro: Mac Miller & Yung Brody]
Yo, we here to do it for the weed smokers, right? Haha
Brody, where you at?
Easy Mac, Brody
Chyeah, ayy, put your L's up, 'Burgh
Light another one, then roll another one too ([?])
Shit's cracked, dog (Haha, you know)

[Verse 1: Yung Brody]
Yo, yo, that Cali dro', woah, and I'm good to go
Single box of duchy-palmer's (Single box)
And them niggas gettin' blowed, yo
Shorty drop it low and she started gettin' dough
She sayin' that she celibate, but God know that she still a ho
Yo, is you feelin' me?
Yeah, yeah, I'm chillin', B (Chillin')
Puffin' on that Perc', nigga, I can feel it killin' me
We opened up the bag of white and then it started spillin' keys (Oh, share that)
And I stay high like a credit card billin' fee (Props to that)
I'm killin' these faggots that be grillin' me (Yeah)
Blunt full of [?] tree, and nobody as real as me
Supply the man, how I'm flippin', movin' all the scrill on trees
Niggas talk, I'm blowin' out they necks like a guillotine
[Chorus: Mac Miller]
I think I'm in love with this bud (Haha)
With this bud (Yo, roll that shit up, [?])
With this bud (That strawberry cough)
I think I'm in love with this bud (You know what I'm sayin'?)
With this bud (Ayy, this beat got me crazy)
With this bud (Yo)
With this bud (Look, yeah)

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
It's what you want (Ha), it's what you need (What you need)
You got the blunt (Heh), I got the weed
You got the soil (Soil), I got the seed (Seed)
Yo, you want to smoke? (A-ha) Yes, indeed
High as hell, fly as well, come on, homie, try to sell
Got that stinky kush that make you cry when you try and smell
Like an onion, youngin', marijuana lovin'
See, we sharin', always carin', so we passin' while we puffin' (Passin' while we puffin')
This bud make me hover like a motherboard spaceship
Roll a swish filled with fresh piff, then I face it (Then I face it)
I can't feel my face like I'm faceless (Holy shit)
All dressed up, gettin' Mary Jane wasted
Have you ever smoked bud in the club when you puff 'til the night's gone?
Eyes so red that I had to put my sights on (Chyeah)
In an L, out the bong, in a spliff, out the bowl
Yeah, that stinky kush, so you know you gotta have some more
[Chorus: Mac Miller]
I think I'm in love with this bud
With this bud
With this bud
I think I'm in love with this bud
With this bud
With this bud
With this bud

[Outro: Yung Brody & Mac Miller]
That's right
Bitch-ass niggas, dog
Can't touch me and Easy, dog
Easy Mac, Yung Brody, Y.B., muhfucker
Get used to them muhfuckin' names, pussies
Yo, I'm way too blowed, yo, we need to—
Shut—shut this down
Aight, peace