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Thoughts From A Balcony (Remix)

Thoughts From A Balcony (Remix)

Spent a bit of time on myself with my feet up
And now I ain't got no time I could free up
Whole lot of colors in my swatches, come through
And let me show everything I got in my easel
Tony Hawk Underground, I must be a cheat-code
But, I ain't underground no more, I'm the top floor
I don't like people, I don't like me half the time until I record
And see a few Benji's in my pocket, no Aretha
Tired of a mean girl, the type that keep secrets
Type that only ever dress down in a sequin
Type that always want to start shit, but never want to do shit for other people
I ain't had a paystub in a while, nah nah
I just send myself whatever when I wanna
I just signed a deal 'cause they came with the guala
And I might give my whole damn advance to my mama
Psyche, I'ma keep that
I ain't had a whip since At Long Last ASAP
I just want to play my songs and put the seat-back
Maybe I just want to take a joy-ride and finally try to enjoy life
Matter fact, let's recap
Few hundred songs, couple tours, like, good God
Feel like it's 2011 and I'm Big Sean
Feel like it's two thousand degrees in my damn loft
Yada yada, yeah, whatever, why? 'cause my shit's hot

Yeah, I'm the man
Thoughts on a balcony with weed in my hand
12 years strong, never wavered from the plan
And I proved all I ever really needed was a chance, like, jeez

I don't want peace, dawg, I want the whole pie
I've been too grounded, I want the whole sky
I might be a star, but I aim for the clouds
'Cause I've seen rock bottom and I'd rather just fly
Miss Mac Miller so much, it really fuck with me
He was older once, now the man's way younger than me
Still, I don't think I'll be half the man he was when it's all said and done
But, we'll see what I become
I just want to be myself, fuck fame
Want a little wealth, and a crib in my name
Bad mamacita with an attitude problem
You know I like a challenge and I thrive through the hate
Still ain't take a break, probably why my mind's fractured
Guess I couldn't live a life that I consider average
Guess I never listened to my peers on the rise up
So, why would I listen now that they ain't even rising?
Their bread has since flatlined
Every single bar that they got is a flat-line
Every single line that they cross come with no I's
Just crossing T's, while you know I always dot mine
Never put in more, half these dudes, they ain't even earn it
Me, I put in work like I ain't got no health insurance
Me, I put in work like I don't like my wife
And I would rather make some money for a really good divorce attorney, yeah

Yeah, I'm the man
Thoughts on a balcony with weed in my hand
12 years strong, never wavered from the plan
And I proved all I ever really needed was a chance, just one

Yeah, rest in peace, Mac Miller

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