paroles de chanson The Star Room (OG Version) - Bonus Track - Earl Sweatshirt , Mac Miller

(Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo)
What do you do? (Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo)

In April, I open my bill (cuckoo, cuckoo)
In May, I sing night and day (cuckoo, cuckoo)
In June, I change my tune (cuckoo, cuckoo)
In July, far, far, I fly (cuckoo, cuckoo)
In August, away (cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo)
(Lost) yup (lost, cuckoo, lost, cuckoo, way, cuckoo)
Welcome (lost, cuckoo), have a seat (lost, cuckoo), uh

I'm still trapped inside my head, it kinda feel like it's a purgatory
So polite and white, but I got family who would murder for me
Think I'm livin' paradise, what would I have to worry 'bout?
Dealin' with these demons, feel the pressure, find the perfect style
Makin' sure my mom and dad are still somewhat in love
All these backfires of my experiments with drugs
I experience the touch of my epiphany in color form
Difference between love and war inform me, I'm above the norm

Give me anybody though, I'll gladly chew his face off, bath salts
Rhymin' like it's summertime on asphalt, hot
Haven't picked a major label, think I'm blackballed
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
I don't know what I'm runnin' from, but I'm runnin' still
I conversate with acquaintances, but it's nothin' real

I'm from a city that you hear and think a bunch of steel
So a hundred mil' wouldn't make me sign a fuckin' deal
Money kills, that's the truth, it's called the root of evil
I want that Rolls-Royce that the homie Lennon drove (whoo)
So if they don't got some dollars for me, I'ma send 'em home
Unconventional, special, but unprofessional, adolescent expression
That's lettin' me meet these centerfolds (centerfolds)
Troubles fill my mind capacity, I let 'em go (let 'em go)
If I was Johnny Depp in Blow, I would let it snow (let it snow)
That's just me all wildin' out and bein' extra though (bein' extra, though)

Meezy, nigga, let 'em know, here we go, whoa
(Lost, lost, lost)
(Lost, lost, lost) uh

And if God was a human, it'd be yours truly, watchin' horror movies
With some foreign groupies, thinkin' this decor suits me, uh
I do drugs to get more loopy, I'm in tune to ancient jiujitsu
Spirituals, it's blissful (it's blissful)
Lookin' out as far as eyes can see
I'm glad that me and this elevation could finally meet (finally meet)
I think I'm JFK's final speech (final speech)
Try assassinatin' all of my beliefs (my beliefs)

I'm asleep, so whisper to me for the peace of mind
And he be high, some weed to grind on top of Jesus shrine
Twenty thousand on my watch 'cause I needed time
If y'all would leave me the fuck alone, that'd be divine (be divine)
Can't decide if you like all the fame
Three years ago to now, it's just not the same (not the same)
Lookin' out the window, ashin' on the pane (ashin' on the pane)
I wonder if I lost my way (lost my way)

Lost, lost, lost, lost
Lost, lost, lost
Lost, lost, lost, lost
Lost, lost, lost
Lost, lost, lost, lost
Lost, lost, lost
Lost, lost, lost, lost
Lost, lost, lost

Lost, lost, lost...