Album Cover The Star Room

The Star Room

Mac Miller

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Hallelujah, thank God I have a future

Prayin′ I don't waste it gettin′ faded

Cause I'm smoking, till I'm coughin′ up tarThrough the surge, energy curve like a lumbar

I don′t act hard, I still read Babar

Trippin' out, lookin′ at a bunch of Google map stars, shit

They got a app for... that

But me, I'm still trapped inside my

Head, it kinda feel like it′s a purgatory

So polite and white, but I got family who would murder for me

Think I'm living paradise, so would I have to worry ′bout?

Dealing with these demons, feel the pressure, find the perfect style

Making sure my mom and dad are still somewhat in love

All these backfires of my experiments with drugs

And I experience the touch of my epiphany in color form

The difference between love and war inform me -- I'm above the norm

But, give me anybody though,

I'll gladly chew his face off, them bath salts

Rhyming like it′s summertime on asphalt, hot

Haven′t picked a major label, think I'm blackballed

I still don′t got the heart to pick my phone up when my dad calls

Will he recognize his son when he hears my voice?

I put this music against my life, I think I fear the choice

And I don't know what I′m running from, but I'm running still

I conversate with acquaintances, but it′s nothing real

I'm from a city that you hear and think a bunch of steel

So a hundred mills wouldn't make me sign a fucking deal

Money kills, that′s the truth, it′s called the root of evil

But I want that Rolls Royce that the homie Lennon drove

So, if you ain't talkin′ bout some money I'mma send you home

Unconventional, special but unprofessional

Adolescent expression that′s letting me meet these centerfolds

As troubles fill my mind capacity, I let them go

If I was Johnny Depp in Blow, I would let it snow

That's just me all wilding out and being extra dope

And if God was a human it′d be yours truly

Watching horror movies with some foreign groupies

Thinking this decor suits me

I do drugs to get more loopy

I'm in tune to ancient jujitsu spirituals it's blissful

Looking out as far as eyes can see

I′m glad that me and this elevation could finally meet

I think I′m JFK's final speech

They try assassinating all of my beliefs

But I′m asleep so whisper to me for some peace of mind

And he be high some weed to grind on top a Jesus shrine

Twenty thousand on my watch cause I needed time

If y'all would leave me the fuck alone, that′d be divine

Can't decide if you like all the fame

Three years ago to now, it′s just not the same

I'm looking my window ashing on the pane

Shit, wonder if I lost my way

Don't you ever wanna hide away

Poseidon triumph in the eyes of rain

Won′t give a fuck about tomorrow if I die today

I′ll greet the devil with a smilin' face

Shit, that God fellow may reside in space

As, time′s a wasting I'm freebasing with Freemasons

My girl′s switchin' the locks, the keys keep changin′

Dreamin' of places my own personal creations

If there's a party in heaven I plan to leave wasted

Retracin′ my steps way back to biblical times

We-We all gon′ end up meetin' at the finishin′ line