Mac Miller
Stoned lyrics
- Language
- English
- Level
- Intermediate
- Released
- 2020
- Genre
- Pop
- Length
- 4:04
Yeah, yeah
Breaks down the pain
Yeah
She breaks down the pain, she rolls up the weed
She far from a saint, she's all that I need
She lost in her thoughts, so hardly she speaks
Her mind's always dirty and her soul's never free (whoa, whoa, whoa)
She never been a groupie (no way)
She just in love with the music
She watch depressin' movies (always)
Somethin' from the '30s or the '40s
About a dependent housewife (whoa, whoa, whoa)
She makes up her bed like she makes up her stories
Awake through the night, then she high from the mornin'
I wish she could feel me, she never felt nothin'
Knock on her door, she let me come in (whoa, whoa, whoa)
I wish she would learn to laugh
Isolation, she lockin' the bathroom door
Baby, let's get stoned
Put on a record, can I play you one more song?
We can get stoned
I swear to God, Heaven feels just like home
Let's go home (yeah)
And the water, it's shallow like the lies that she tells
Can't run from your shadow, can't hide from yourself
She hates that she cries when she's all by herself
And she's always all by herself (whoa, whoa)
She hardly talks in conversation (no way)
But, but when she do
All her words get lost in translation (always)
No, she can't move (whoa, whoa, whoa)
'Cause she paralyzed from fear that she fantasize
The doctor tried to analyze
They cannot find anythin' that's wrong with her
Her parents never got along with her
I had to make this song for her (whoa, whoa, whoa)
I wish she would learn to laugh
Isolation, she lockin' the bathroom door
Baby, let's get stoned
Put on a record, can I play you one more song?
We can get stoned
I swear to God, Heaven feels just like home
Let's go home (ooh)
Baby, let's get stoned
Put on a record, can I play you one more song?
We can get stoned
I swear to God, Heaven feels just like home
Let's go home (ooh)
I wish she would learn to laugh
Isolation, she lockin' the bathroom door
Baby, let's get stoned
Put on a record, can I play you one more song? (Ooh)
We can get stoned
I swear to God, Heaven feels just like home
Let's go home (ooh)
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Key vocabulary
- love
- deep careA1
- need
- must haveA1
- never
- not at any timeA1
- speaks
- talks in wordsA1
- god
- a supreme deityA2
- knock
- hit a door or surfaceA2
- lost
- cannot be foundA2
- record
- write down informationA2
- thoughts
- ideas in your mindA2
- tells
- shares informationA1
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.