| Everybody wanna ask where I came from
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| Young kid who bang drums, money don’t you worry I’mma make some
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| Somebody changin' the world, it only takes one
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| Never scared of death, but I ain’t ready for that day to come
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| A million people in the world, I don’t hate one
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| Even them dummies robbin' people with some fake guns
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| Make mistakes young boy, that’s just what I heard
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| And you don’t ever figure out what you don’t want at first
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| I got another verse, invincible and nothin' hurts
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| 100 words coming up with what’ll have your bubble burst
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| We can just fuck, you don’t need to take my number first
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| Gettin' right to it, I ain’t really tryna cuddle first
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| I used to try everything with her, and nothin' worked
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| Got her backwards like she heard the thunder first
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| These are the days of our lives, and I ain’t lyin' kid
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| Bein' free, tell me what kind of crime that is
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| It said I can’t let me spit a couple sentences
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| Always good penmanship, make sure you all remember this
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| You just entered into Blue Slide Park
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| The place where dreams comin' true, that’s where you find heart
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| Up until the sun come up, yeah my crew grind hard
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| See me out throughout the day, but you won’t find me in the dark
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| Say I’m smart with remarks, such remarkable bars
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| Who knew this music would get me a couple cars
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| That just sit in park cause I’m out somewhere travelin'
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| Mackin' on the preschool honeys, you were somewhere tattlin'
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| Mac has been known to always spaz again
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| Every single track with him, «Oh he’s just so talented»
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| Dream of countin' money 'til my fingers get some calluses
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| King with many palaces, a fuckin' golden fork to eat my salad with
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| I observe, asking what did he design
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| I see an artificial future for a digital mind
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| Muhammad Ali, yeah I’m him in his prime
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| Just that normal kid in class you was sittin' behind
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| Didn’t really pay attention to him spittin' his rhymes
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| But now you see his car, tryin' gettin' inside
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| No, hell no
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| I wanna go back home
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| Late night can’t remember what the day’s like
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| Reminiscin' on stop signs and brake lights
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| Cause it seems that I’m always on the move
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| When they gonna let me back home
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| I wanna go back home
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| I wanna go back home |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song One Last Thing , by - Mac Miller. Song from the album Blue Slide Park, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп