Doodling In The Key Of C Sharp Lyrics Mac Miller

[Intro]
Check. It’s 6:26 in the morning. I just made this beat ‘cause I realized I enjoy playing the piano. You know… fuck you. No one’s in the room with me right now, so I'mma record this myself. I'mma try and do this all in one take, so there's not a lot of editing because I'm too drunk to edit. And that's just the truth of the matter. All right, let's go.

[Verse 1]
I said, raps is cold about 20 below
I just realized I don't give a fuck anymore
Used to look into the mirror asking “where would this go?”
Got big quick kind, of wish that I was taking it slow
It takes balls to go on break from the mold
I guess I did that, still got some dumbass fans who want KIDS back
And I forget that they twelve years old, I must accept that
Should probably stop thinking so much and just rap
I wish life was kind of easier to figure out
I wish it was like Ferris Bueler singing ‘Twist and Shout’
I 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
No, I never look down, I got knots in my shoe
Strings, made some money went and bought me a few things
This ain't shit I'm just doodling
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 but really beauty lies within
Guess I wouldn’t fuck me a fat bitch
I just disagree with you, determining fat is
Want to go to Israel and 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 politicking
People never say what's on their mind because they're on a mission
Who do you think you are?
And may God damn your soul if you forgot 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
Roger, word to Roger Clemens
That don't mean a thing
I'm in love with making melodies but scared to even sing
Freaking judgmental fuck-heads, 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’d do if they were me and all the issues they would fight
You could never phantom what this shit is like
And I hope you turn your bitch to dyke
My kryptonite is me

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