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Mac Miller

The Star Room (OG Version) (Bonus Track)

 

The Star Room (OG Version) (Bonus Track)

(albüm: Watching Movies With The Sound Off - 2013)


[Choir of Downside School {Mac Miller}:]
(Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo)
What do you do? (Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo)
In April, I open my bill (Cuckoo, cuckoo)
In May, I sing night and day (Cuckoo, cuckoo)
In June, I change my tune (Cuckoo, cuckoo)
In July, far far I fly (Cuckoo, cuckoo)
In August, away (Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo)
{Yup} (Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo)
{Welcome} (Cuckoo, cuckoo)
{Have a seat} (Cuckoo, cuckoo)

[Mac Miller:]
Uh, I'm still trapped inside my head, it kinda feel like it's a purgatory
So polite and white, but I got family who would murder for me
Think I'm living paradise, what would I have to worry 'bout?
Dealing with these demons, feel the pressure, find the perfect style
Making sure my mom and dad are still somewhat in love
All these backfires of my experiments with drugs
I experience the touch of my epiphany in color form
Difference between love and war inform me, I'm above the norm
Give me anybody though, I'll gladly chew his face off, bath salts
Rhyming like it's summertime on asphalt, hot
Haven't picked a major label, think I'm blackballed
Still don't got the heart to pick my phone up when my dad calls
Will he recognize his son when he hears my voice?
I put this music against my life, I think I fear the choice
I don't know what I'm running from, but I'm running still
I conversate with acquaintances, but it's nothing real
I'm from a city that you hear and think a bunch of steel
So a hundred mil wouldn't make me sign a fucking deal
Money kills, that's the truth, it's called the root of evil
I want that Rolls-Royce that the homie Lennon drove (Woo)
So if they don't got some dollars for me, I'ma send 'em home
Unconventional, special, but unprofessional
Adolescent expression that's letting me meet these centerfolds (Centerfolds)
Troubles fill my mind capacity, I let 'em go (Let 'em go)
If I was Johnny Depp in Blow, I would let it snow (Let it snow)
That's just me all wilding out and being extra though (Extra though)

[Earl Sweatshirt:]
Meezy, nigga, let 'em know (Let 'em know)
Here we go (Here we go)
Uh (Uh)

[Mac Miller:]
Uh (Uh)
And if God was a human, it'd be yours truly
Watching horror movies with some foreign groupies, thinking this decor suits me
Uh, I do drugs to get more loopy
I'm in tune to ancient jujitsu spirituals, it's blissful (it's blissful)
Looking out as far as eyes can see
I'm glad that me and this elevation could finally meet (Finally meet)
I think I'm JFK's final speech (Final speech)
Try assassinating all of my beliefs (My beliefs)
I'm asleep, so whisper to me for the peace of mind
And he be high, some weed to grind on top of Jesus shrine
Twenty thousand on my watch 'cause I needed time
If y'all would leave me the fuck alone, that'd be divine (Be divine)
Can't decide if you like all the fame
Three years ago to now, it's just not the same (Not the same)
Looking out the window, ashing on the pane (Ashing on the pane)
I wonder if I lost my way (Lost my way)

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