Mac Miller
One Last Thing lyrics
- Language
- English
- Level
- Intermediate
- Released
- 2011
- Genre
- Pop
- Length
- 2:59
Everybody wanna ask where I came from
Young kid who bang drums, money, don't you worry I'ma make some
Somebody changin' the world, it only takes one
Never scared of death, but I ain't ready for that day to come
A million people in the world, I don't hate one
Even them dummies robbin' people with some fake guns
Make mistakes young boy, that's just what I heard
And you don't ever figure what you don't want at first
I got another verse, invincible and nothin' hurts
A hundred words coming up with what'll have your bubble burst
We can just fuck, you don't need to take my number first
Gettin' right to it, I ain't really tryna cuddle first
I used to try everything with her, but nothin' worked
Got her backwards like she heard the thunder first
These are the days of our lives, and I ain't lyin' kid
Bein' free, tell me what kind of crime that is
It said it can't let me spit a couple sentences
Always good penmanship, make sure you all remember this
You just entered into Blue Slide Park
The place where dreams comin' true, that's where you find heart
Up until the sun come up, yeah my crew grind hard
See me out throughout the day, but you won't find me in the dark
Say I'm smart with remarks, such remarkable bars
Who knew this music would get me a couple cars
That just sit in park 'cause I'm out somewhere travelin'
Mackin' on the preschool honeys, you were somewhere tattlin'
Mac's been known to always spaz again
Every single track with him, "Oh, he's just so talented"
Dream of countin' money 'til my fingers get some calluses
King with many palaces, a fuckin' golden fork to eat my salad with
I observe, asking what did he design
I see an artificial future for a digital mind
Muhammad Ali, yeah, I'm him in his prime
Just that normal kid in class who was sittin' behind
Didn't really pay attention to him spittin' his rhymes
But now you see his car, tryin' gettin' inside
No, hell no
I wanna go back home
Keep it, hold up (can't remember what the day's like)
Late night can't remember what the day's like
Reminiscin' on stop signs and brake lights
'Cause it seems that I'm always on the move, move, move
When they gonna let me back home
I wanna go back home
I wanna go back home
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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.