Mac Daddy (Tru's Reality) - TobyMac

«I'm close.»

«That's what I thought.»

I want a mac

I want a mac, Daddy

I need a mac

I want a mac

I want a mac, Daddy

I need a mac

(Them apples don’t grow on trees)

I want a Macintosh laptop

Packaging so posh

Fits like a glove in that tiny little white box

Pretty as a picture but it ain’t all show

And at 8 ram deep I’ll be runnin' logic pro

To make my own beats, Dad

Keep me off the streets, Dad

And Xbox would even take a backseat

So please give me a job so I can stack that paper

(Rock the beat)

'Cause this is major

Yo, I’m saving for a laptop

And lookin' for some work

5 bucks an hour and I’m willin' to serve

Ain’t no job to U-G-L to the Y

I’ll do almost anything to make that macbook fly

Yo, I’d teach Judah to cross it over

Then play chess all day with Moses

I’ll take Leo to the Franklin fair

Dad, I’d even braid Marlee’s hair

(«Come on, man.»)

I want a mac

I want a mac, Daddy

I need a mac

So I can make my own beats

I want a mac

I want a mac, Daddy

I need a mac

Servin' up them Jesus Freaks

Show me how to do it, drop that beat

Show me how to do it, drop that beat

«So you really want to earn a mac this summer?»

«Yessir.»

«Music for the people.»

«Yeah man, we got that soul sauce…»

«Soul sauce!?!»