Album Cover The Mourning After

The Mourning After

Mac Miller

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Morning after, my lungs hurt

Eat your pussy just to show you how my tongue works

It′s funny how we fuck but fell in love firstBeen three years, I wish I finally trust her

She make me feel like how them drugs work

Itchin' from my fixture when she go and love hurts

I just get a temper, I just need somebody I can vent to

Someone get me stoned, be my Emma

Left your lipstick on the glass of your daiquiri

Ruby red usually end up tragically

Work of art, you can be my masterpiece

But you fast asleep

Something ′bout the pain

Makes me want more

Done a lotta drugs

Never felt like this before

I hope one day it all makes sense

It'll all make sense

You can have it all

Tell me what you need

Believin' all them silly things you read

I hope one day it all makes sense

One day it′ll all make sense

Uh, now she wake up

Cryin′ while she puttin' on her makeup

Trapped inside her love for me

And no escape for her

You wanna leave, say the word

But she can′t

Lookin' in my eyes

"Is everything okay," she lies

Put on her disguise, play it safe

′Cause we've been fightin′ for the past three weeks

She keep this one inside, she don't wanna seem weak

Strong, baby, tell me what's been goin′ on

I don′t wanna be so alone

So you need to get me high again

I got all this money we could try to spend

Until we strung out like a violin

Come back to life, then we die again

Little angel, where's your halo?

Somewhere above them horns

Something ′bout the pain

Makes me want more

Done a lotta drugs

Never felt like this before

I hope one day it all makes sense

It'll all make sense

You can have it all

Tell me what you need

Believin′ all them silly things you read

I hope one day it all makes sense

One day it'll all make sense

You get me high girl, scared of overdose

I don′t sleep much, when I do, I'm comatose

May I propose a toast?

Someone usually does, to our fucked up love

You get me high girl, scared of overdose

I don't sleep much, when I do, I′m comatose

Propose a toast

Someone usually does, to our fucked up love

Something ′bout the pain

Makes me want more

Done a lotta drugs

Never felt like this before

You can have it all, tell me what you need

Believin' all them silly things you read

(Don′t cry, it's okay, it will all be over soon)