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• Artiste: Mac Miller
• Titre: Conversation Pt. 1
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah Well it ain't perfect but I don't mind Because it's workin' Who really has the time ? It ain't perfect but I don't mind 'cause on the surface I know so fine But really I'm buggin buggin makin' something out of nothing Yeah, as hard as it gets, cool, calm and collected Holdin' my breath this, ain't what I expected Don't argue to death, pull my heart out of my chest The cards are all on the table I'm callin' it Don't say it I swallow it When livin' off the borrowed time Often I'm on the fence on a line Addin' up what's on my mind My feet on the clouds, head on the ground That we goin' down, bet you know me now I'm treading water I swear If I drown I don't care They callin' for me from the shore, I need more Well it ain't perfect but I don't mind Because it's workin' (is it?, is it?, is it?, is it?, is it?) Who really has the time (is it?, is it?, is it?, is it?, is it?) It ain't perfect but I don't mind 'cause on the surface I know so fine But really I'm buggin buggin makin' something out of nothing It feel like the weekend on the Tuesday I can move days Its "I got something else to do" day Always do hate, If I do say The D'USSE with the homies like it's Kool Aid Me, I'm just tryna play it cool J (anyways) Yeah, mind over matter I'm Purer than alkaline Bitch stuck on album time I gotta get out to shine Fly on the wall, shit I was buggin' Miss me like you gettin' withdrawal I keep that coming, yeah I'm treading water I know If I start movin' I flow They nothing new it- Just play it cool baby, just play it cool You know, cool Well it ain't perfect but I don't mind Because it's workin' (is it?, is it?, is it?, is it?, is it?) Who really has the time, at all It ain't perfect but I don't mind 'cause on the surface I know so fine But really I'm buggin buggin makin' something out of nothing Yeah, tell me you love me spin me around Pretty please pick me up in the air and don't put me down You seen it all unfold, sat back and watched Knowin' time don't give a fuck about clocks until they stop Bare feet, runnin' late, her car is started Even though the only thing that she driving, a hard bargain More important is I'm kinda sorta out the door but She put me back together when I'm out of order Perfect