Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Star Room / Killin' Time, artist - Mac Miller. Date of issue: 16.12.2013
Song language: English
The Star Room / Killin' Time |
| Hallelujah, thank God I have a future |
| Prayin' I don’t waste it gettin' faded |
| Cause I’m smoking, till I’m coughin' up tar |
| Through the surge, energy curve like a lumbar |
| I don’t act hard, still read Babar |
| Trippin' out, lookin' at a bunch of Google map stars, shit |
| They got a app for… that |
| But me, I’m still trapped inside my head I 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 |
| And I experience the touch of my epiphany in color form |
| The difference between love and war inform me I’m above the norm |
| But, give me anybody though, I’ll gladly chew his face off, them bath salts |
| Rhymin like it’s summertime on asphalt, hot |
| Haven’t picked a major label think I’m black balled |
| I 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 |
| And 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 mills wouldn’t make me sign a fucking deal |
| Money kills, that’s the truth, it’s called the route of evil |
| But I want that Rolls Royce that the homie Lennon drove |
| So, if you ain’t talkin' bout some money I’ma send you home |
| Unconventional, special but unprofessional, |
| Adolescent expression that’s lettin' me meet these centerfolds |
| As troubles fill my mind capacity I let them go |
| If I was Johnny Depp in Blow, I would let it snow |
| That’s just me all wylin' out and being extra though |
| And, if God was a human it’d be yours truly |
| Watching horror movies with some foreign groupies, thinking this decor suits me |
| I do drugs to get more loopy, I’m in tune to ancient jujitsu spirituals, |
| it’s blissful |
| Looking out as far as eyes can see |
| I’m glad that me and this elevation could finally meet |
| I think I’m JFK’s final speech |
| They try assassinating all of my beliefs |
| But I’m asleep so whisper to me for the peace of mind |
| And he be high some weed to grind on top a Jesus shrine |
| Twenty thousand on my watch cause I needed time |
| If y’all would leave me the fuck alone, that’d be divine |
| Can’t decide if you like all the fame |
| Three years ago to now it’s just not the same |
| I’m looking out the window ashing on my pane |
| Shit, I wonder if I lost my way |
| Don’t you ever wanna hide away |
| Side and triumph in the eyes of rain |
| Won’t give a fuck about tomorrow if I die today |
| I’ll greet the devil with a smilin' face |
| Shit, that God fell on me, reside in space |
| As, time’s a wasting I’m freebasing with freemasons |
| My girl’s switchin' the locks, the keys keep changin' |
| Dreamin' of places my own personal creations |
| If death’s a party in heaven, I plan to leave wasted |
| Retracin' my steps way back to biblical times |
| We-we all gon' end up meetin' at the finishin' line |