Songwriter: Mac Miller
[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Look, yo
[Verse]
Have you ever felt like no one understand what you loved?
Demanding a hug, can't reach you when you standin' above
I got dreams which I need to accomplish, I promise
I'm honest, clean my conscience, see the nonsense
Good days are gone, they used to be here
Life is but a dream doesn't seem to be clear
Been meanin' to write my thoughts down, jot down my mind
Take the words I can't say and put 'em into rhymes
So I'm up all night on this beat up mic
Convincing myself that I can't cheat on life
So papa don't preach, and mama don't worry
Nothing's gonna hurt me, growin' up in a hurry
I'm still learnin', waitin' for your teachin'
In this game of life that I seem to be beatin'
What the right thing to do isn't always understood
And some evil in the world is hidin' under good
Life ain't easy, don't put it past the name
Runnin' in the coins throwin' sacks of change
Tryna save up money for the microphone
And while everybody's out I just write at home
'Cause to achieve you need to leave things behind
Wear the rhyme book out 'til you can see the spine
Read between the lines, more than appears to be
Wonder who I'm here to be so I clearly speak
Sit back with my feet up on the chair
I relax, 'cause when the worlds gone rap will be there
Don't have to be scared, just sit back and chill
I attack these wack cats with the rappin' ill
Pass the Phil 'cause I'm tryna get faded
It's sacred passin' round the blunt, it's the greatest
I wasted payments just to get the tree
Now I'ma stop talking, so y'all can check the beat
Yeah
Yeah
Look, yo
[Verse]
Have you ever felt like no one understand what you loved?
Demanding a hug, can't reach you when you standin' above
I got dreams which I need to accomplish, I promise
I'm honest, clean my conscience, see the nonsense
Good days are gone, they used to be here
Life is but a dream doesn't seem to be clear
Been meanin' to write my thoughts down, jot down my mind
Take the words I can't say and put 'em into rhymes
So I'm up all night on this beat up mic
Convincing myself that I can't cheat on life
So papa don't preach, and mama don't worry
Nothing's gonna hurt me, growin' up in a hurry
I'm still learnin', waitin' for your teachin'
In this game of life that I seem to be beatin'
What the right thing to do isn't always understood
And some evil in the world is hidin' under good
Life ain't easy, don't put it past the name
Runnin' in the coins throwin' sacks of change
Tryna save up money for the microphone
And while everybody's out I just write at home
'Cause to achieve you need to leave things behind
Wear the rhyme book out 'til you can see the spine
Read between the lines, more than appears to be
Wonder who I'm here to be so I clearly speak
Sit back with my feet up on the chair
I relax, 'cause when the worlds gone rap will be there
Don't have to be scared, just sit back and chill
I attack these wack cats with the rappin' ill
Pass the Phil 'cause I'm tryna get faded
It's sacred passin' round the blunt, it's the greatest
I wasted payments just to get the tree
Now I'ma stop talking, so y'all can check the beat
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