Correction Paroles Therapy, Part 2 par Mac Miller

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Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Um, well

Thoughts of suicide going through my mind
You will find that we not very different, no you and I
Although I usually, usually find a way out
Feelin' like I'm in the skies
My hands could separate clouds
My b*t*h go get me take-out
They used to hate, they love me
And they used to love, they hate now
The world I rearrange, I turned it to a bloody playground
This to the homies, staying down through anything
A cheers to baby girl, who I would've coppеd a wedding ring
See money isn't evеrything, but it helps
We walk around with pride in our eyes
To the skies, the lies that we tell
Picking up a seashell, listen to the ocean
Do the whole thing all me-self
I'm living in the moment
Picking up all of the ashes, I'm burnin' the house down
Runnin' from my life, I probably ran a thousand miles now
Had powwows with millionaires
A foul child, and a style wild
That you found out I'm killin' there
Tell me how you feelin'
How's it feel?
How's it feel?
Yeah, said how's it feel?
How's it feel?
Can you tell me how's it feel?
How's it feel?
To be around something real
How's it feel?
Yeah, yeah, said how's it feel?
How's it feel?
Yeah, tell me how's it feel?
How's it feel?
So can you tell me how's it feel?
How's it feel?
To be around something real
How's it feel?

They yellin', danger, danger when I hopped out of the manger
With a two-way pager, callin' all the homies screamin' saviour
This world could not be stranger
You could beat the odd behaviour
Give a inch, they take a mile, take a mile I'll take a acre
I'm a, alien communicator, f**kin' up the human nature
Projectile vomit on a song, the fluid nasty, uh
I just got the iPhone 6
It looks like Steve Jobs done ran out of tricks
Yeah, I come through stuntin' on 'em
on 'em
Somebody should pump you up
You best get Joe Budden on 'em
New couch I'm f**kin' on it, after that don't f**kin' want it
b*t*h I'm f**kin' awesome
Come again? I said I'm f**kin' awesome
Press the pedal, wah wah
Hell nah, aw nah
All I want is Lana and some head from Madonna
I gots to separate the weak from the obso-lete
Real life, this is not a dream
I'm a problem, just took a jet from Nicaragua
Copped me a vacation spot that came with an iguana, uh
The hot lava, sonta
A world with no ceilin'
Come again, tell me how you feelin'
How's it feel?
How's it feel?
Said how's it feel?
How's it feel?
Said how's it feel?
How's it feel?
To be around something real
How's it feel?
So can you tell me how's it feel?
How's it feel?
Said how's it feel?
How's it feel?
Said how's it feel?
How's it feel?
Can you tell me how's it feel?
How's it feel?

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Haha

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