Thoughts from a Balcony
Mac Miller
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Let me get a one-way ticket, haven't picked a destination I'm just tryna catch the train before it has to leave the station Packing no bags, nothing but the clothes on my back With a Cognac, let me sip it, tryna to relax Red wine up in my glass plus Filet Mignon I got a army right up under me, I'm Genghis Khan Yeah, it's me against the world, I guess I'll take them on I might stop and see my girl, but I ain't staying long What if I'm gone, what the f*ck you gon' think then? I told my story, put my life inside this ink pen Said I'll make it big when, everybody know me Well, I made it big and, everybody phony Ha, so could you pour me, I need a cup No, none of that liquor, mixing purple stuff I could talk my pain, but would it hurt too much Go head, judge me, hate cost money, but this love free They just dreams, turn 'em to reality Double-cup of lean, standing on my balcony Looking at the sky, thinking it could all be mine All we got is memories, so what the f*ck is time? They just dreams, turn 'em to reality Double-cup of lean, standing on my balcony Looking at the street, thinking it could all be mine All we got is memories, so what the f*ck is time? What the f*ck is time? I ask 'em, what the f*ck is time? I don't know, what the f*ck is time? I ask 'em, what the f*ck is time? What do you do when you think you could be an icon? Cause all these people get to screaming with the lights on Like they just seen a ghost, earn my stripes, zebra coat Racing to the gate but my flight gone And now these writers taking shots without a Nikon But I don't fight though, figure it's a typo Seems we in some shit now, gonna be alright though Potion in my sprite, then my night slows down, down See, that's exactly what I need My khaki's filled with cheese, my homie Sap is on the beat Like it was "Donald Trump," a fucking hit but I just call it luck They throw it on when I'm walking in the club Hey, this the Burgh shit, I don't deserve this Well, I don't think you looking far beyond the surface Learn quick, now I'm big time Fill your cup up, and I'ma sip mine They just dreams, turn 'em to reality Double-cup of lean, standing on my balcony Looking at the sky, thinking it could all be mine All we got is memories, so what the f*ck is time? They just dreams, turn 'em to reality Double-cup of lean, standing on my balcony Looking at the street, thinking it could all be mine All we got is memories, so what the f*ck is time? What the f*ck is time? I ask 'em, what the f*ck is time? I don't know, what the f*ck is time? I ask 'em, what the f*ck is time?
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Written by: Neal Francis Sutherland, David Bowman, Jonathan King, Adrian John Lim-Klumpes, Malcolm McCormick, Richard Anthony D. Pike, Laurence Ivan R. Pike
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