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• Artiste: Mac Miller
• Titre: Thugz Mansion
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A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times I once contemplated suicide, and would’ve tried But when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma’s eyes No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble Not knowing it’s hard to carry on when no one loves you Picture me inside the misery of poverty No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived Praying hard for better days, promise to hold on Me and my dogs ain’t have a choice but to roll on We found a family spot to kick it Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick ish A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we g’s We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace And in my mind’s eye I see this place, the players go in fast I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug’s mansion Every corner, every city There’s a place where life’s a little easy Little Hennessy, laid back and cool Every hour, cause it’s all good Leave all the stress from the world outside Every wrong done will be alright Nothing but peace love And street passion, every ghetto needs a thugs mansion Thugs mansion, oh, oh Nothing but peace, love And street passion, every ghetto needs a thugs mansion Sometimes I see the world for how messed up it really is Tell myself I’ll be the one to make a change in it I could die tonight, not make it to the sunrise Then I couldn’t heal the pain in it I’m getting high to forget about the lows though I get a paycheck spend it all on polo Cause all the brands cover up my insecurities Personally I ain’t nothing but an average Joe though And now I’m dressin’ so expensive for no reason Cold world we living in, it’s below freezin’ I got some family can’t afford to cope So I leave a little paper there before I go I spend a thousand on a hotel, they poor and broke Make me wonder who I’m praying to before the show This a letter to whoever, I’m just tryna set you free Remember love and remember me Every corner, every city There’s a place where life’s a little easy Little Hennessy, laid back and cool Every hour, cause it’s all good Leave all the stress from the world outside Every wrong done will be alright Nothing but peace love And street passion, every ghetto needs a thugs mansion Thugs mansion, oh, oh Nothing but peace, love And street passion, every ghetto needs a thugs mansion