Mac Miller - F**k 'Em All paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson F**k 'Em All - Mac Miller



Take me
Take me
Do you miss me?
Will you stop now? (Melt with me)
Are you okay? (Are you okay?)
I'm never gonna let you go
Touch me (please don't go)
Where are we? (Do you miss me?)
Please don't go (wake up, touch me)
Where are we?
I have a vision to add, the gift of subtractin' limits
If everything was gone tomorrow, who would miss it?
And if I pack my bags and moved away, who would visit?
If you knew what you should say, who would listen?
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout a new religion
Somethin' to feed off, we searchin' for it like groups of pigeons
Kinda futuristic, yeah, it's cool, we different
'Cause what I do's terrific, I'm just hopin' you could feel it
Yeah, tell me if you can
Are you numb enough? Can you listen in?
I would lose it all to show 'em I'd get rich again
But matter fact, fuck that, 'cause I don't give a damn
You see it's simple when it's only cigarillos in the world
No one should film you, don't expect it from a little man
Fuck empty, my glass is filled
Countin' roses, daisies, and daffodils, chill
Get your money (get your money), fuck 'em all (fuck 'em all)
Everythin' (everythin') could be gone tomorrow (could be gone tomorrow)
What if it's gone tomorrow? (What if it's gone tomorrow?)
Get your money (get your money), fuck 'em all (fuck 'em all)
Get your money (get your money), fuck 'em all (fuck 'em all)
Everythin' (everythin') could be gone tomorrow (could be gone tomorrow)
Everythin' (everythin') could be gone tomorrow (could be gone tomorrow)
So get your money (get your money), fuck 'em all (fuck 'em all)
I say my prayers, but I don't know who they to
Layin' on my back, lookin' through the roof
Just tell me, am I gettin' through to you?
Stickin' to it, superglue it, make it beautiful
Fuck, what am I missin'?
Speak to your soul, so shut up and listen
Gimme a reason to pop, gettin' me goin', ain't lettin' me stop
Head to the top, it's better they not
Call me a phony, so they sendin' me shots
I, got a girl, we in love, she my money, she my drugs
This my pain, this my pleasure, last forever
Keep me up late at night, tell me, "It's alright", I believe her
I don't question she who knows me best, I know you wouldn't either
Somethin' happen when I see her, it's right out of a fairy tale
Got some shit she goin' through, it's somethin' that she handle well
Life a bitch but she my bitch
Gold rollie and it's timeless, yeah
Get your money (get your money), fuck 'em all (fuck 'em all)
Everythin' (everythin') could be gone tomorrow (could be gone tomorrow)
What if it's gone tomorrow? (What if it's gone tomorrow?)
Get your money (get your money), fuck 'em all (fuck 'em all)
Get your money (get your money), fuck 'em all (fuck 'em all)
Everythin' (everythin') could be gone tomorrow (could be gone tomorrow)
Everythin' (everythin') could be gone tomorrow (could be gone tomorrow)
So get your money (get your money), fuck 'em all (fuck 'em all)
We all wanna know
What to do in this world
When it seems that there's nothing left?
And we dream just to dream
But we don't know exactly how to get there yet
And we all wanna know
What to do in this world
When it seems that there's nothing left?
And we dream just to dream
But we don't know exactly how to get there yet
Get your money (get your money), fuck 'em all (fuck 'em all)
Everythin' (everythin') could be gone tomorrow (could be gone tomorrow)
What if it's gone tomorrow? (What if it's gone tomorrow?)
Get your money (get your money), fuck 'em all (fuck 'em all)
Get your money (get your money), fuck 'em all (fuck 'em all)
Everythin' (everythin') could be gone tomorrow (could be gone tomorrow)
Everythin' (everythin') could be gone tomorrow (could be gone tomorrow)
So get your money (get your money), fuck 'em all (fuck 'em all)
Macadelic



Writer(s): Eric Dan, Malcolm Mccormick, Jeremy Kulousek, Patrick Berlinquette, Zachary Vaughan


Mac Miller - Macadelic (Remastered Edition)
Album Macadelic (Remastered Edition)
date de sortie
23-03-2012




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