[Verse 1: Mac Miller] Wake up in my king size bed Girls all around me, eyes all red The true life of a player kid It's nice to wake up to a naked bitch Got the finest clothes, diamonds, hoes Goin' to sleep on a pile of dough Lacoste, phantoms, yards, mansions Piff in the cannons, house in the Hamptons Big parties every night This is the life of the paradise My main man twista told'em right I make'em celebrities over night Grammys, Oscars, starrin' in movies Gotta pool house, 4 cars, and jacuzzi's On my way up, gettin' my cake up Wake up [Hook] It was just my imagination Runnin away with me It was just my imagination Runnin away [Verse 2: Mac Miller] I got groupies, who got groupies And I buy a new car every two weeks My chain got diamonds in it And my whip got a diamond finish Got the MTV jam of the week Sign autographs when I stand in the street Plus I been all over B.E.T, Columbia records, and D.T.P Both want me to sign to their label Plus I got my own channel on cable Always fresh court-side, best view Kanye West and beats from The Neptunes Stackin' cream, magazines Kids dressed like me on Halloween They lovin' my mixtapes, money like Bill Gates I'm on top and it feels great [Hook] It was just my imagination Runnin away with me It was just my imagination Runnin away