Mac Miller - Die lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I wonder, can I make a little money
Without sellin' my soul?
I know you'll never be the shit if
You ain't smellin' your own
(Smellin' your own)
And even God gave the Devil a home
Now the evil live in all of us
Wherever we go i had plans to be a innovator
This flight simulator
Flyin' through the Himalayas
Sips from a blissful nature
There's blood on the hands
They've been grippin' paper
The man in the mirror always my biggest hater
Bullshit for later, Malcolm, need to focus
I know you got emotions that are
Kinda hard to cope with, but
You gotta stay strong and always act cordial
Shit, I do drugs 'cause they
Help me feel normal
I'm a man of good morals
Got millions in the plural
Would go to outer space if you
Informed to where the portal is
Knew I was the one
But never got to hear from Morpheus
Life get interestin' when you realize
How short it is

And you don't know, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh but, you still try
'Cause you won't know, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Until you die, yeah

Yeah, six thousand dollar Versace shoes
I would burn 'em in a second
Materials are nothin'
But, I'm addicted to stuntin'
And I grew into a person
I'm kinda wishin' I wasn't
I'm so happy when I'm drunk though
Feelin' so free when I'm high
Two packs a day, you could say I upgraded
But fuck bein' famous, I just wanna be alive
Sometimes I can't sleep
I can't live with myself
I don't even know what it is I don't like
The hot days and cold nights
Start to feel repetitive
The exorcist tried to take his own life
While trippin' on acid, I started to bug
'Cause the things I did to her
Make it harder to love
Before I sunk deep in this yellow submarine
Had to realize where I was

And you don't know, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh but, you still try
'Cause you won't know, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Until you die, yeah

Oh, oh (Aight, some shit like that) oh, oh
Oh, oh oh, oh
Doh doh doh doh, da doh doh
Da da da da, da doh doh da da doh doh
Doh doh doh doh, da doh doh
Da da da da, da doh doh da da doh doh

I got this motherfuckin' friend
That I kinda get at her friends have fun on
Have fun on the way to Venice
I got money on my mind and
If you gotta get in front of
The front of the race
I hardly try to fill the fun
And the smile a waste
I be the bank, when I'm face
I got a buncha motherfucker that
Lie to my face and everybody at the night