Mac Miller
I Am Who Am (Killin’ Time) lyrics
- Language
- English
- Level
- Intermediate
- Released
- 2013
- Genre
- Pop
- Length
- 5:02
I think I'm getting sick, been in this room, like I was hiding from something
I'm posing a question, how many been empty and holding aggression?
Close to depression, open your eyes and just focus a second
Fuck a recession my brother -- my mind is my weapon; I'm letting it go
Loading and pointing at negative energy, telling me stop
They're telling me no-don't
Your aura is something you ain't even sure of
Explore the core of California, whores got more to snort up
I've had a smorgasbord of pornographic thought
That's a lot, the feeling come after the shock
Praise me I'd rather you not, cause
It's driving me crazy the fact that you pay to make me into something I love
You come to the club searching for drugs, drunk
Fucking these sluts
God loves me, what if he does, what does it mean?
You're wasting away doing nothing, you're fronting
Why ain't you chasing your dreams?
We wonder 'bout life but none of us willing to learn
The money we earn is something to burn
Why won't they give me a turn--out?
Feed the hungry and clothe the naked
You're mistaken the world is cold and it's lonely ain't it
When 'em high roller homes in Vegas
Raid them with some home invasions
Contaminating the place with plague, we just saved the day
I waste away in a room spitting these raps
Yall put the world in my hands, I'm giving it back
It's a gift
Our time to be alive
No earthly vehicle
Can contain this drive
It's a gift
Our time to be alive
No earthly vehicle
Can contain this drive
Forfeit in the war, he lays a sword down and walks away
Grabs a 40 from the corner store and begins to contemplate
Dealing with death like he work in the morgue absorbing the souls
Forgotten, he lost his way
Starring down that barrel, thinking not today
Life's so precious, Lord knows that life is so precious
Fight to the death, til' there's nobody left
You're holding your breath because you might get infected
I'm animalistic, instinctively thinking I'm getting ballistic
Be specific, to those who in control we all statistics
Misogynistic with a twisted mind, I'm intertwined
My trigger finger itching, all I kill is time
Initial symptoms of schizophrenic behavior
The mind is like religion, can't agree on who's its savior
The newest flavor of superhero, I'm shooting lasers
Except I'm cool with Vader and blowing up rooms that's full of strangers
A news anchor, the youth can relate to, it's nature
If you're a hater, I'll deal with you later, no thank you
I'm just your neighbor, please don't do me no favors
Really doe, come on homie we major
I waste away in this room spitting out raps
Yall put the world in my hands, I'm giving it back
It's a gift
Our time to be alive
No earthly vehicle
Can contain this drive
It's a gift
Our time to be alive
No earthly vehicle
Can contain this drive
It's just a different time man, it's just a different time
There was a time, when we showed love
You know like how we, approach a young lady
You see a beautiful young lady you like, you say "Damn man'
'You're gorgeous. I'll take off my coat right now and
Lay it down on the puddle and, make sure you don't miss a step
You know what I'm talking about young man? See all these bitches?
Hoes, I just don't understand it
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Key vocabulary
- i'm
- I amC2
- aggression
- hostile attackC1
- depression
- deep sadnessB2
- fuck
- strong swear word
- recession
- slowdown in economyB2
- weapon
- tool for fightingB1
- letting
- allowing or permittingA1
- loading
- putting into a containerB2
- they're
- they are
- no-don't
- refusal instruction
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About this song
Mac Miller was an American rapper and singer from Pittsburgh whose genre-spanning hip-hop combined party-starting beginnings with introspective, often jazzy and philosophical songwriting. He first broke through with the mainstream success of Blue Slide Park and later became a self-produced auteur credited under the name Larry Fisherman, known for candid material that culminated in his final album Swimming.