Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thoughts from a Balcony, artist - Mac Miller. Album song Macadelic, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.03.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rostrum
Song language: English
Thoughts from a Balcony |
Uh, lemme 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 an 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 fuck 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 |
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 fuck 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 fuck is time? |
What the, what the fuck is time? |
Ask 'em, what the fuck is time? |
(I don’t know) |
What the fuck is time? |
Ask 'em, what the fuck is time? |
What do you do when you think you could be a 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 fuckin 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 lookin' for me on the surface |
Learn quick, now I’m big time |
Fill your cup up, and I’m a sip mine |