Mac Miller - Thoughts from a Balcony Lyrics

Lyrics Thoughts from a Balcony - Mac Miller



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 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?
So what the fuck is time?
Ask 'em, what the fuck is time?
So what the fuck is time?
Ask ′em, what the fuck is time?
What do you do when you think you could be an 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
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 fucking hit but I call it love
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′mma sip mine
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?
So what the fuck is time?
Ask 'em, what the fuck is time?
So what the fuck is time?
Ask ′em, what the fuck is time?



Writer(s): Jonathan King, LAURENCE IVAN R PIKE, ADRIAN JOHN LIM-KLUMPES, DAVID BOWMAN, Malcolm James McCormick, Néal Francis Sutherland, Richard Anthony David Pike


Mac Miller - Thoughts from a Balcony
Album Thoughts from a Balcony
date of release
10-04-2012




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