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• Artiste: Mac Miller
• Titre: Nothing You Can Tell Me
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Yeah Mm, mm, mhm, mhm, mhm, mm Well, I was waiting on the weekend, yeah I was thinking I'd be jumping in the deep end I'm so sick of being decent, yeah You were saying something, I was just leaving I'm better off dreaming, yeah I'm better off when everybody stops speaking There's nothing you can tell me no more Well, there's nothing you can tell me, yeah There's nothing you can tell me no more I said, there's nothing you can tell me, yeah There's nothing you can tell me, oh no Alright well I step inside in my moment I'm turning faces Every time I try to explain it my head is aching They look suspicious but get 'em out of my business I don't need a witness to tell me that I'm the sickest, shit You try to dance, better pull up your pants Not a chance you can stand cuz I'm way too advanced I got no reason to stop Turning Jesus freaks into fiends when I'm setting up shop Deep inside your mind, you be tellin' me Murdering your motherfuckin' self, catch a felony Then come back to life just to tell your stupid ass that you better be polite and treat me like a king Winter, fall, summertime, spring 365 'round the clock all the time, it don't stop No matter what tomorrow gon' bring I close my eyes and I sing Well, I was waiting on the weekend, yeah I was thinking I'd be jumping in the deep end I'm so sick of being decent, yeah You were saying something, I was just leaving I'm better off dreaming, yeah I'm better off when everybody stops speaking There's nothing you can tell me no more Well, there's nothing you can tell me, yeah There's nothing you can tell me no more I said, there's nothing you can tell me, yeah There's nothing you can tell me, oh no, mhm Well, I'm out of pocket, I know I gotta stop it I light a match and in a rocket Send me up to Mars, have them motherfuckers all playing the guitar [???] and my eyes be the stars Coming to your planet but I mean you no harm Don't nobody panic and don't ring the alarm Bring me your info Music I make, turning walls into windows Human Nintendo Don't try to play me, don't know what you in for I am not perfect, I am a cellular phone with no service I'm feeling worthless Does anyone know how to work this? Swear that I live in a furnace Oh, that's just Hell I wanna move though cuz I hate the smell Don't fuck with nobody else, I get along with myself Shit Well, I was waiting on the weekend, yeah I was thinking I'd be jumping in the deep end I'm so sick of being decent, yeah You were saying something, I was just leaving I'm better off dreaming, yeah I'm better off when everybody stops speaking There's nothing you can tell me no more Well, there's nothing you can tell me, yeah There's nothing you can tell me no more, mhm I said, there's nothing you can tell me, yeah There's nothing you can tell me, oh no, yeah