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INFO - THOUGHTS FROM A BALCONY

Thoughts From A Balcony

de Mac Miller / an -

VERSURI - THOUGHTS FROM A BALCONY

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]

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

Packin' no bags, nothin' 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 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 stayin' 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

Haha, so could you pour me, I need a cup

No, none of that liquor, mixin' purple stuff

I could talk my pain, but would it hurt too much

Go head, judge me, hate cost money, but this love free



[Hook]

They just dreams, turn 'em to reality

Double-cup of lean, standin' on my balcony

Looking at the sky, thinkin' 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, standin' on my balcony

Looking at the street, thinkin' it could all be mine

All we got is memories, so what the f-ck is time?



So what the f-ck is time?

Ask 'em, what the f-ck is time? (x2)



[Verse 2: Mac Miller]

What do you do when you think you could be an icon?

Because all these people get to screamin' with the lights on

Like they just seen a ghost, earn my stripes, zebra coat

Racin' 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 f-ckin' hit but I just call it love

They throw it on when I'm walkin' in the club

Hey, this the Burgh shit, I don't deserve this

Well, I don't think you lookin' far beyond the surface

Learn quick, now I'm big time

Fill your cup up, and I'mma sip mine



[Hook]

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