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Artiste : Mac Miller
Titre : Thoughts from a Balcony
It was all about a dream
Turned into reality, double-cup of lean
Uh

Let me 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, tryin´ to relax
Red wine up in my glass, plus Filet Mignon
I got a 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, ha
So could you pour me? I need a cup
No, none of that liquor, mix in 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
Lookin´ 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
Lookin´ at the street, thinkin´ it could all be mine
All we got is memories, so what the fuck is time?

What the
What the fuck is time? (Heh)
Ask ´em, what the fuck is time? (I don´t know)
What the fuck is time?

I ask ´em, what the fuck is time?

What do you do when you think you could be a icon?
´Cause all these people get to screamin´ when the lights on
Like they just seen a ghost, earn my stripes, zebra coat
Racin´ to the gate, but my flight gone
And now these writers takin´ 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 (Aha)
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 fuckin´ hit but I just call it luck
They throw it on when I´m walkin´ in the club
Hey, this some ´Burgh shit, I don´t deserve this
Well, I don´t think you lookin´ far beyond the surface
Learn quick, now I´m big time
Fill your cup up, and I´ma sip mine

Fill it up with dreams, turn ´em to reality
Double-cup of lean, standin´ on my balcony
Lookin´ 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
Lookin´ at the street, thinkin´ it could all be mine
All we got is memories, so what the fuck is time?

What the
What the fuck is time? (Heh)
Ask ´em, what the fuck is time? (I don´t know)
What the fuck is time?
I ask ´em, what the fuck is time?

A´ight