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Mac Miller Miller performing in July 2017 Born Malcolm James McCormick (1992-01-19) January 19, 1992 Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. Died September 7, 2018 (2018-09-07) (aged 26) Los Angeles, California, U.S. Cause of death Accidental drug overdose Other names Delusional Thomas Easy Mac Larry Fisherman Larry Lovestein The Velvet Revival Occupation Rapper singer songwriter record producer. “I’m addicted to something at all times. Like, it’s always music, but maybe sometimes it’s a pair of pants or something else. That’s just how my personality works.” – Mac Miller. “My ideology was, if I just make very happy music, very happy music, then people will forget about whatever their problems are.

Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:

In '09, we were still on the bus, nigga
Before Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brush
When it still wasn't hoes tryna fuck with me
Fore I cleaned up a bit like it's company comin'
I ain't know we were on the cusp of the money
Tryna get a few bucks under custody
And my twin brothers was all Syd's brothers
So my kin gully and my skin toughened
And thick lens coverin' my eyes now
They bright, nigga, I'm just high now
And if this a different way to clear my mind out
I need to find out, I'm doing fine now
And I don't look as stupid when I talk now
And everybody at the show look astounded
And posted up drowsy
In the cut so much that it's pus 'round me
Catch him in the daytime or dusk hours
Smokin' out the pound, [?]
If your tux lousy then you can't sit with us, nah
Can't call it harsh livin' when the margin
Between you and all these fuck niggas
Is about as large as it gets
And you workin', givin' arm and a leg
Say he workin' but he just talkin' cause he ain't workin'
Like a long distance, bitch
Who you know that's out that's harder than this?
Chargin' niggas like a Tomlison win, nigga
Slight frown on the brow on the brim, color brown
Runnin' wild on the route that was picked
When the clouds branch out
I'm out with my face in the shallow, drownin' again
I've been drownin' with this shallow soul
Shallow soul, shallow soul
You are drinkin' from a shallow soul
Shallow soul, shallow soul
Drugs got me feelin' like Vigo Carpathian
Just look at the state he's in
The most critically acclaimed, slang contortionist
That ain't suckin' corporate dick
Said it with my balls in grip
Other hand got a cork to hit
All this Ralph be the sportsmanship
Walked in and said I needed all the chips
As well as the one on my shoulder
Feel like my heart got pneumonia, blunt laced, covered in odor
Cops still lockin' niggas up for quotas
Brain still numb from the shit in the soda, soft
A generation lost
Facin' a [?], fakin' off
Warrants bein' filed for the cases fought
And them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost
You ain't Superman while that cape was off
Just Clark, nigga, spittin' in his high rise
Tryna see the bright side of life
And a nigga just keep comin' back with a dark picture
It's like hard liquor, and see people are books
So you judge a mothafucka by the first page
And a bitch by the back cover
The [?] long-sleeved, so the tats covered
Real ones, I'm the last brother, when they see me on stage
They said my shit was so insane
It was like Cobain hit his last number
Isn't he dizzy off the up's and down's
Got a little Whitney, put it in a blunt for now
She was supposed to get me high, why the fuck I wanna die now?
And I'm strung out on this dusty couch
In a big white ugly house, I told the bitch slow down
Stop runnin' your mouth
You holdin' my money, just shut up and count
My right nostril hasn't worked in a week
Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a sheep
Me, I'm swervin' in the Jeep
Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street
How I'm playin' my shit'll wake a baby up
I get her faded, but her back in the labia
All my life I've been afraid of powder
All my life I've been afraid of power
Where did all that go?
The long decision always called my phone
Last supper I was fuckin' with the Corleones
I need somethin' stronger than a quarter zone
That can save me from the war unknown
Shoutout to Soulo (SOUL!) and rest in peace Alori Joh
The devil on the other side of the glory hole
Any time, any place, you could bet I'ma eat
Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road
Look at all these new faces
I see, I see, I see
They're comin' on the plane but they're leavin' in suitcases
Been a criminal before schedule digital
Used the put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics
Hate myself up to strangers
But the raps are just way too flagrant, so
Here I go
Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary
I've never been religious but I feel like the scripture's got it all there
It's not just gypsies and fairies, this could be my last breath
I'ma take my time, cause I'ma go out the same way I came in
Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind
You are standing in the shallow soul
You are speaking with the shallow soul
Shallow soul
I've been drowning with this shallow soul
Shallow soul, shallow soul
You are drinking from a shallow soul
Shallow soul, shallow soul

Mac Miller I'm At The Top Of My Game

Writers & Publishers

from the album Circles ·Copyright: Writer(s): Jon Brion, Malcolm Mccormick Lyrics Terms of Use

I spent the whole day in my head
Do a little spring cleaning
I'm always too busy dreaming

Well, maybe I should wake up instead
A lot of things I regret, but I just say I forget

Why can't it just be easy?
Why does everybody need me to stay?
Well I hate the feeling
When you're high but you're underneath the ceiling
Got the cards in my hand, I hate dealing

Get everything I need then I'm gone
But it ain't stealing, can I get a break?
I wish that I could just, get out my goddamn way
What is there to say?
There ain't a better time in the day

Mac Miller Im At The Top Of My Games

Maybe I'll lay down for a little
Instead of always trying to figure everything out
And all I do is say sorry
Half the time I don't even know what I'm saying it about

Good news, good news, good news
That's all they wanna hear
No, they don't like it when I'm down
But when I'm flying, oh it make 'em so uncomfortable
So different, what's the difference?

When it ain't that bad
It could always be worse
I'm running out of gas, hardly anything left
Hope I make it home from work
So tired of being so tired

Mac Miller Im At The Top Of My Game Play

Why I gotta build something beautiful just to go set it on fire?
I'm no liar but
Sometimes the truth don't sound like the truth
Maybe 'cause it ain't
I just love the way it sound when I say it, yeah

So what I do? If you know me it ain't anything new
Wake up to the moon, haven't seen the sun in a while
But I heard that the sky is still blue
Heard they don't talk about me too much, no more
That's the problem with a closed door

Good news, good news, good news
That's all they wanna hear
No, they don't like it when I'm down
When I'm flying oh, it make 'em so uncomfortable
So different, what's the difference?

Mac Miller I M At The Top Of My Game

There's a whole lot more for me waiting on the other side
I'm always wondering, if it feel like summer
I know maybe I'm too late I could make it there some other time
Then I'll finally discover

That there's a whole lot more for me waiting
That there's a whole lot more for me waiting
I know maybe I'm too late, I could make it there some other time
Then I'll finally discover

Mac Miller Im At The Top Of My Game Free

That it ain't that bad
Ain't so bad
When it ain't that bad
At least it don't gotta be no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
No more