Mac Miller – Doodling In The Key Of C Sharp Lyrics

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Intro:[Mac Miller]
Check, 6:26 in the morning I just made this beat because I realized I enjoy playing the piano
Ah you know, fuck you. No one is in the room with me right now so I'm gonna to record this myself
I'mma try and do this all in one take, there's not alot of editing because I'm to drunk to edit. And that's just the truth of the matter
Alright let's go

Verse1:[Mac Miller]

I said raps is cold about 20 below
I just realized I don't give a fuck anymo(re)
Used to look into the mirror asking where would this go?
Got big quick kinda wish that I was taking it slow
It takes balls to go break from the mould
I guess I did that
Still got some dumb ass fans who want K.I.D.S. back

And I forget that they're twelve year old I must accept that
Should probably stop thinking so much and just rap
I wish live was kinda easier to figure out
I wish it was like Ferris Bueller singing "Twist and Shout"
Got a couple reasons that I'll stick around
But for the most part this shit is foul

I place my hand on a stove top to see if I'm awake
I heard you taking bath-salts and eating people's face
Saw the people I know personally
See they act a certain way because they working for me

And if you take that as a diss, that means I'm talking to you
Know I never look down I got knots in my shoe-
, made some money and bought me a few things
This ain't shit I'm just doodling (ahah)

I'm sick of going to the movies and people looking at me
Inquire bout some shit that they know they shouldn't ask me

Hollywood got every girl around the world fasting
Like eating was a sin when really beauty lies within

Guess I wouldn't fuck me a fat bitch
I just disagree with you, determining fat is
Wanna go to Israel to see if there's a God there
For now I'm bout to smoke some blunts and post in this lawn chair
Could of been the mayor because I'm excellent with politics
People never say what's on their mind because they're on a mission
Who do you think you are?

Verse 2:[Mac Miller]

And may God damn your soul if you forgotten tradition
Locked inside a box, a prison
Somewhere there I saw a vision

Met this girl with innocence
And stole it while on top of linens

Rocket, word to Roger Clemens
That don't mean a thing
I'm in love with making melodies but scared to even sing
Freaking judgmental fuckheads talking bout my life
You don't know me and if you did you'd say I'm nice

Everyone I see always has some cool advice
Bout what they do if they were me and all the issues they would fight

You could never fathom what this shit is like
And I hope you turn your bitch to dyke
My kryptonite is me


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