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Mac Miller

Wedding

 

Wedding

(álbum: Faces - 2014)


"Okay, you work a god-damn lousy job, you know
You come home at night, you're tired
What are you gonna do? Go to a movie? Turn on your radio?
Hell no, you're gonna get a bottle of whiskey and drink it
And go down to a bar and maybe get in a fist fight
And meet some bitch, something is going on
Then you'll go to work the next day
And do your simple little things, right?"
Yeah, yeah, yeah

My bitch can tell that I'm addicted to pussy, she looking past it
The smile that she faking is tragic, hate looking at it
That magic I try to grasp it, she's had it with the dramatics
Fantasize of love, so classic
Attracted to what she got up in her attic, can we mind fuck?
Do I lie when I look inside her eyes? Hush, don't say a word
I know I make you hurt, sorry is my favorite word
I don't deserve your trust, but can we make it work?
I hate to end the story, can we wait until the morning to decide on it?
Spend this time pretending it was that first summer
We was pure lovers
She was used to being hurt, I took that curse from her
Sometimes I wonder what it's all for, you wish that I would call more
You're sick of seeing condoms in my sock drawer
Love turns to war so quickly, I envisioned us married and fifty
Couple of kids that we drop off at little league
I'm addicted to you, you only want the best, I need to listen to you
I'm fucking other girls, wishing it's you (Yeah)
Fuck the bullshit, we in love
I'm a mess, but can you clean me up?

Girl, I'm the worst
Yeah, I know that I'm the worst
Yeah, but you're something I can't lose
Let me just tell you the truth, that'd be a first
Yeah, girl, I'm the worst
Yeah, I know that I'm the worst
Don't know what I gotta do
Just love you so much that it hurts

Yeah, um
And I see you falling victim to the thirst
All the sins you committed, you could pro'ly use a couple minutes in church
But, for what it's worth, I think you're perfect
There's an angel hiding underneath your surface
Yeah, the woman of my dreams, I'm looking at her sleep
The pussy right in front of me, I shouldn't be so weak
What did I do to deserve a love like this?
You see her shinin'? That's my sunlight, bitch
I'm sick of fighting, that smile is so inviting
I see you every time I'm writing
I'm losing to all my vices, they're kicking my ass
I hold on to this feeling, I wish it would last
Don't wanna lose you for some evil I did in the past
You knew I fucked that bitch and you didn't react?
Girl, it's me and you, how simple is that?
You gave me all your love, now I'm giving it back
But I know that

Girl, you the worst
Yeah, you know that you the worst
But I'm something you can't lose
If you just told me the truth, that'd be a first
But, girl, you the worst
Yeah, you know that you the worst
Every time you say you sorry
Everything you do just feel like it's rehearsed

[Hunter S. Thompson & Charlie Rose:]
"A road man."
"A what?"
"A road man."
"A road man."
"For the Lords of Karma."
"Yeah."
"For the Great Hall."

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