[Intro: The Nice Kid]
Yeah, Nice Kid, haha

[Verse 1: The Nice Kid]
When I wake up, first hit up the bro (Yeah)
Grab the keys, check my steeze and hit up the studio (Yeah)
Zig-Zags in zip-lock bags (Uh-huh)
Chuck Taylors, nice jeans and we rockin' snap backs (Snap backs)
I think we livin' great, gettin' money like robbery (Money)
[?] never know, he hates illegal policies (Yeah)
But it's chill, we stickin' with the palm trees (Palm trees)
Eyes low, like we ain't got no privacy (Nah-uh)
Stay fresh, ridin' with the broskis (Broskis)
All we do is blow trees, rap and stay low-key (Yeah)
Just drove by clean and they watchin' like HD (HD)
[?] like they in the same seat (Yeah)
Pockets full of good green, thirty thousand feet flyers (Flyers)
Private jet flights, a couple grand make the flyest (Yeah)
So broke, we could be livin' like pilots (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
When I wake up, when I, when I wake up

[Chorus: Mac Miller & The Nice Kid]
When I wake up, I just bake up
Every single day they get my cake up
When I wake up, I just bake up
Head to the barber to get a shape-up
When I wake up, I just bake up
Every single day they get my cake up
When I wake up, I just bake up
Head to the barber to get a shape-up (Okay)
[Verse 2: The Nice Kid]
I'll be so high when our music is the most dope (Ha)
Yes, in the sky, that's how we feel when we in [?]
Circlin' the city, get hoes and make dough (Dough)
They ain't never hit the 'Burgh or heard that's where rain glows
Rainbows what they seein' when they-when they blow smoke (Smoke)
[?] when I think they [?]
[?] that green like I had a nose cone (Ahem)
Haters [?] when they see that Taylor Gang logo, oh
I got a feelin' higher than a daze (Daze)
Dressin' like a scholar with some black Chuck Tay's (Chucks)
We recordin' in the sky, now we up in outer space (Yeah)
I got it goin' on, now we goin' up on stage (Ayy)
Wait, I got school in the a.m. (Mornin')
Forget it, this a classic in the makin' (Haha)
I'm up and gone, get ready for the weekend (Weekend)
When I wake up, when I, when I wake up

[Chorus: Mac Miller]
When I wake up, I just bake up
Every single day they get my cake up
When I wake up, I just bake up
Head to the barber to get a shape-up
When I wake up, I just bake up
Every single day they get my cake up
When I wake up, I just bake up
Head to the barber to get a shape-up (Uh, look, yeah)
[Verse 3: Mac Miller]
Smoke an indo, gotta keep my brim low
Car fillin' with smoke, rollin' up the windows
Find a chick to give me neck like a lymph node
In the south now, ridin' in the six-four
Yeah, six-four like Nintendo
I keep it real, you got that fake-ass pretend flow
This my job, no hourly wage
Just a lifetime supply of the sour and haze
They try and tell me that I should probably stay in school
Play it cool, but I tend to just break the rules
On my way to college, nah, bitch, April Fool's
Yeah, I'm comin', better make some room

[Chorus: Mac Miller]
When I wake up, I just bake up
Every single day they get my cake up
When I wake up, I just bake up
Head to the barber to get a shape-up
When I wake up, I just bake up
Every single day they get my cake up
When I wake up, I just bake up
Head to the barber to get a shape-up