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    Smoke Signals
    
    
    [Mac Miller:]  Aight, John Record, Easy Mac  Ill Spoken collecting 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 cooling 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 asking, "How come?"  Looking for love, 'cause you found some  Never let a 
dime infiltrate your mind  She has no right questioning 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 getting cream  But things don't always go exactly how they seem  The 
big kids, they're talking '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 getting off track  And I 
saw rap as a 
way to get away  From everybody telling 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 bumping through the 
speaker box, tryna bust a 
flow  At first an outcast looking for the 
love below  But don't mistake my terminology for philosophy  Screaming '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, passing 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 cooling 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 cooling 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  
 
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