| Uh, lemme get a one-way ticket, haven’t picked a destination
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| I’m just tryna catch the train before it has to leave the station
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| Packin' no bags, nothin' but the clothes on my back
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| With a Cognac, let me sip it, tryna to relax
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| Red wine up in my glass plus Filet Mignon
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| I got an army right up under me, I’m Genghis Khan
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| Yeah, it’s me against the world, I guess I’ll take them on
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| I might stop and see my girl, but I ain’t stayin' long
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| What if I’m gone, what the fuck you gon' think then?
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| I told my story, put my life inside this ink pen
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| Said I’ll make it big when, everybody know me
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| Well, I made it big and, everybody phony
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| Haha, so could you pour me, I need a cup
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| No, none of that liquor, mixin' purple stuff
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| I could talk my pain, but would it hurt too much
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| Go head, judge me, hate cost money, but this love free
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| They just dreams, turn 'em to reality
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| Double-cup of lean, standin' on my balcony
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| Looking at the sky, thinkin' it could all be mine
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| All we got is memories, so what the fuck is time?
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| They just dreams, turn 'em to reality
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| Double-cup of lean, standin' on my balcony
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| Looking at the street, thinkin' it could all be mine
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| All we got is memories, so what the fuck is time?
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| What the, what the fuck is time?
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| Ask 'em, what the fuck is time? |
| (I don’t know)
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| What the fuck is time?
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| Ask 'em, what the fuck is time?
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| What do you do when you think you could be a icon?
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| Because all these people get to screamin' with the lights on
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| Like they just seen a ghost, earn my stripes, zebra coat
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| Racin' to the gate but my flight gone
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| And now these writers taking shots without a Nikon
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| But I don’t fight though, figure it’s a typo
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| Seems we in some shit now, gonna be alright though
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| Potion in my sprite, then my night slows down, down
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| See, that’s exactly what I need
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| My khaki’s filled with cheese, my homie Sap is on the beat
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| Like it was «Donald Trump», a fuckin hit but I just call it luck
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| They throw it on when I’m walking in the club
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| Hey, this the Burgh shit, I don’t deserve this
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| Well, I don’t think you lookin' for me on the surface
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| Learn quick, now I’m big time
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| Fill your cup up, and I’m a sip mine |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thoughts from a Balcony , by - Mac Miller. Song from the album Macadelic, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп