Mac Miller - Doodling In The Key Of C Sharp lyrics

Check, it's 6: 26 in the morning
I just made this beat 'cause I realized
That I enjoy playing the piano
Ah, you know, fuck you
No one is in the room with me
Right now so I'm gonna record myself
I'ma try and do this all in one take
So there's not a lot of editing
'Cause, I'm too drunk to edit
And that's just the truth of the matter
Aight, let's go

Uh, I said raps is cold, about twenty below
I just realized I don't give a fuck any mo'
Used to look into the mirror askin'
"Where will this go?" got big quick
Kinda wish that I was takin' it slow
It takes balls to go and
Break from the mould, i guess I did that
I still got some dumbass fans
Who want KIDS back
And I forget that they twelve years old
I must accept that
Should probably stop thinkin' so
Much and just rap
I wish life was kinda easier to figure out
I wish it was like Ferris
Bueller singin' "Twist and Shout"
I got a couple reasons that I'll stick around
But for the most part this shit is foul
I place my hand on a stovetop
To see if I'm awake
I heard you takin' bath salts
And eatin' people's face
Saw the people I know personally
I see they act a certain way
Because they workin' for me
And if you take that as a diss
It means I'm talkin' to you
Know I never look down
I got knots in my shoe-strings
Made some money
Went and bought me a few things
This ain't shit, I'm just doodling, haha
I'm sick of goin' to the movies
And people lookin' at me
Inquire 'bout some shit that they
Know they shouldn't ask me
Hollywood got every girl around
The world fasting like eatin' was a sin
When really beauty lie within
Guess I wouldn't fuck me a fat bitch
I just disagree wit'chu determining fat is
Wanna go to Israel and see
If there's a God there
For now I'm 'bout to smoke some blunts
And post in this lawn chair
Could've been the mayor 'cause
I'm excellent with politicking
People never say what's on their minds
Because they on a mission
Who do you think you are?
And may God damn your soul
If you forgot tradition
Locked inside a box, a prison
Somewhere there I saw a vision
Met this girl with innocence and stole
It while on top of linen
Rocket, word to Roger Clemens
That don't mean a thing
I'm in love with makin' melodies
But scared to even sing
For you judgmental fuckheads
Talkin' 'bout my life
You don't know me, and if you did
You'd say I'm nice
Everyone I see always has some cool advice
'Bout what they'd do if they were me
And all the issues they would fight
You could never fathom what this shit is like
And I hope you turn your bitch to dyke
My kryptonite is me yeah