Mac Miller
Small Worlds lyrics
- Language
- English
- Level
- Beginner
- Released
- 2018
- Genre
- Pop
- Length
- 4:32
Yeah, yeah
The world is so small 'til it ain't, yeah
I'm building up a wall 'til it break
She hate it when I call and it's late
I don't wanna keep you waitin'
I hope I never keep you waitin', yeah
I think I know it all but I don't
Why you always at the mall when you broke? Yeah
And I just wanna ball
Maybe dunk but I've never been tall, yeah
I might trip, I never fall
God knows I came close (don't try this at home)
I know I probably need to do better, fuck whoever
Keep my shit together
You never told me being rich was so lonely
Nobody know me, oh well
Hard to complain from this five-star hotel
I'm always in a rush
I've been thinking too much but
Keep it on the hush, no one need to know, just us
That's really all it takes
We don't need nothing but today (day), today (day)
Today (day), today (day)
The world is so small 'til it ain't
('Til it ain't, 'til it ain't, 'til it ain't)
I'm building up a wall 'til it break
('Til it break, 'til it break, 'til it break)
She hate it when I call and it's late
(And it's late, and it's late)
I don't wanna keep you waitin' (I don't wanna keep you waitin')
I hope I never keep you waitin' (I hope I never keep you waitin')
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Yeah, got a bad attitude, playin' 'til I'm out of moves
No need for shame, I get more peace at slow speeds
Go beat the game, young control freak
It's cold in my veins, I'm below freezing
Snow season (made me)
They know that I so need my space
Don't wanna grow old, so I smoke just in case
She say that I glow below the waist
And a stroke is just so PGA
All I got is a little bit of space and time
Drawing shapes and lines of the world we made
Tomorrow may be right around the corner
But I swear it's gon' be worth it if I make you wait
There's somewhere above, you keep reaching up
That's really all it takes (that's really all it takes)
We don't need nothing but today (day), today (day)
Today (day), today (day)
The world is so small 'til it ain't
('Til it ain't, 'til it ain't, 'til it ain't)
I'm building up a wall 'til it break
('Til it break, 'til it break, 'til it break)
She hate it when I call and it's late
(And it's late, and it's late)
I don't wanna keep you waitin' (I don't wanna keep you waitin')
I hope I never keep you waitin'
Yeah, nine times out of ten, I get it wrong
That's why I wrote this song, told myself to hold on
I can feel my fingers slippin'
In a motherfuckin' instant, I'll be gone
Do you want it all if it's all mediocre?
Starin' at the wall and the wall's full of posters
Lookin' at my dreams, who I wanna be
I guess you gotta see it to believe
Ooh, I been a fool but that's cool
That's what human beings do
Keep your eyes to the sky, never glued to your shoes
Guess there was a time when my mind was consumed
But the sun comin' out now, clouds start to move
Don't tell me nothin' but the truth
I'm tired, I don't gotta spare a second
Win or lose, win or lose
I don't keep count, nobody checking
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Key vocabulary
- truth
- real factB1
- when
- at what timeB1
- who
- person thatB1
- worth
- value; importanceB1
- below
- underneathA1
- better
- more good; improvedA1
- break
- stop working or break apartA1
- building
- structure with roomsA1
- came
- arrivedA1
- day
- 24 hoursA1
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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.