Buttons

Mac Miller

    Continues after the ad

    Yeah, there's no answer and you call twice
    Nobody be at my house
    I was at the studio all night
    Last night I slept on the couch
    I might wake up, do it all again
    There's a world gone crazy outside
    But let's pretend that it's alright
    We keep pretending that it's alright

    Yeah, alright, days get mixed up
    Schedules get switched up
    Can't be in two places at once
    So, I take a hit of the spliff that I lit up
    And forget I had to be anywhere at all
    God damn, how the mighty will fall
    They wanna see me gone
    But I'm here in spite of it all
    I never play along
    You can keep the fear and self pity
    I'd rather tell you who I am, really, yeah
    This is not a wakeup call
    I am no the hotel operator
    I dont owe nobody favors
    I don't know how the fuck I've been around so long
    Busy as an escalator in a crowded mall, uh huh
    It's like, every year I realize my house too small
    Get paid, upgrade, two cribs, new maids, more flights, flew planes
    Live out my suitcase
    Lose days like loose change
    I swear my life is on Blu-ray
    Welcome to doomsday
    The world needs a hero and I am your Bruce Wayne
    Kind of like Luke Cage
    You keep on running
    We keep on pushing your buttons

    Continues after the ad

    Yeah, there's no answer and you call twice
    Nobody be at my house
    I was at the studio all night
    Last night I slept on the couch
    I might wake up, do it all again
    There's a world gone crazy outside
    But let's pretend that it's alright
    We keep pretending that it's alright

    I run around with open scissors
    They taking pictures
    I could lose my head, they grow instead
    Gets only bigger
    I put one foot in front of the other
    I never settle, waste your time with water and wine
    I'm turning liquid to metals
    Still the same dude that used to never be sure
    When I was way more insecure, and I'd feel better before
    N, umbrellas never could weather the storm
    No sympathy for the devil, too busy building a temple
    I am looking beyond, leaving them looking
    Hottest to grill, I'm putting them on when I be cooking
    (Cooking, cooking cocaine)
    I keep on running if I have to
    Medusa never turned me to a statue, no
    I keep it moving (moving), but keep it low (low)
    You can do your thing, shit, to each their own
    But you better do something
    We keep on pushing your buttons (buttons)

    Yeah, there's no answer and you call twice
    Nobody be at my house
    I was at the studio all night
    Last night I slept on the couch
    I might wake up, do it all again
    There's a world gone crazy outside
    But let's pretend that it's alright
    We keep pretending that it's alright

    Song details

    Composition: Tim Gomringer, Mac Miller, Kevin Gomringer, Brock Korsan, and Cardo

    Did you see an error?

    Enviar revisão