Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Keep Floatin' , by - Mac Miller. Song from the album Best Day Ever, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 02.06.2016
Record label: Rostrum
Song language: English
Keep Floatin' |
| Got no problems, my weed lit, got nowhere to go |
| So we riding, we smoke til we can’t anymore |
| And keep floatin' |
| Pass it to your man, roll another one and (keep floatin') |
| When it’s almost done, why don’t you go and break down enough for another one |
| And roll me some |
| Hey, then you can pass that |
| The kid who rock a snap back |
| Steady blow this hash back until my thoughts are abstract |
| How we get by, that’s how we living in this day and age |
| I bring colour to this World that’s filled with shades of gray |
| Throwin this cake away to blaze and sip some Tanqueray |
| Remember spectating til they picked the kid to play the game |
| Now I’m an allstar, blasted out the ballpark |
| In my Lamborghini speeding, you a golf cart |
| California dream, Amsterdam reality |
| Life ain’t what it seems |
| These the thoughts weed pull outta me |
| Blow through a thousand trees |
| The whole entire crowd could see |
| Living in what seems to be fiction, I’m on a balcony |
| I light one up, this for those who ever doubted me |
| Than light another, this for those who hold it down for me |
| Passing around the weed, no problems at all |
| And you haters keep on hating, I ain’t talking to y’all |
| And you can pass, we be floating along |
| So much smoke we got words high we wrote in the song |
| Girl I try to come to make you smile |
| I’m gone so will you wait a while |
| As soon as I come home we can smoke and then we stay a while |
| Some people hate my style |
| Some people love it though |
| And all these kids that wanna clone they ain’t coming close |
| Politicing joints we countin' none of your votes |
| I’m getting everybody high so you can puff on ya roach |
| Shawty used to all these playa’s, tell her fuck with a coach |
| I just want you to come over, roll me something to smoke |
| Hey my mind be cooking rhymes up |
| Living til my times up, hate me then they love me |
| Tell them try to make they minds up |
| Barbers in, they line me up, ID was on the beat |
| It’s best to shout the people out that help you get your cheese |
| Smoking weed, we got no problems at all |
| All you haters keep on hating |
| I ain’t talking to y’all |