Artist: Mac Miller Album: The High Life (Mixtape) Song: The Finer Things Typed by: AZ Lyrics You kno the finer things in life ya know sometimes you gotta kick back and enjoy that shit look just relax (roll that sticky up) summer time bitch I like sitting in shotgun deuce on an L parents not caring cause they used to the smell Classy ass women fresh ass linen hot summer dayz w/a pool I can swim in a good spot to kick it a case full of 40s Them homies always havin good stories the beer bottles with the twist off caps when old people tell you they listen to rap I love days I can sleep in 4 day weekends hoes puttin ther clothes back on you peekin blunt rides w/the mixtape bumpin I love makin love in public and when the hip hop legend tour comin to your town findin a crispy ass 20 on the ground walkin with the sun out watchin runs house reaction movies when the villain pull his gun outtt The best in life is the free ones ahh the little things everybody need some the finer thingggs make you feel betttter but no one ever seem to remember the best things in life is the free ones the little things everybody needs some the finer thingggs make you feel betttter but no one ever seem to remember I'm like sleepin in class I'm cheatin to pass hoes walkin in the halls n you reach for their ass fast food lines when they movin so quickly when your weedman hit you with some sticky street performers warmin up the corners sellin by the ounce & pitchin by the quarter where some kicks on sale wakin up in the morning w/a shitload of mail the wake up the bake up chillin while you face blunts going in blowed (be it shape up?) like say what? what? blog put your tape up get a good review when dumbass people tell you what you should'nt do when she rub my head when I'm b/w her kneees ha getting love from the people overseas haters tryina hate but they got nothing to say The best in life is the free ones ahh the little things everybody need some the finer thingggs make you feel bettter but no one ever seem to remember the best things in life is the free ones the little things everybody needs some the finer things make you feel betttter but no one ever seem to remember