Mac Miller - Good Days Are Gone lyrics
[Mac Miller - Good Days Are Gone lyrics]
Yeah yeah
Look, yo
Have you ever felt like no
One understand what you loved?
Demanding a hug
Can't reach you when you standin' above
I got dreams which I need to accomplish
I promise i'm honest, clean my conscience
See the nonsense
Good days are gone, they used to be here
Life is but a dream doesn't seem to be clear
Been meanin' to write my thoughts down
Jot down my mind take the words I can't say
And put 'em into rhymes
So I'm up all night on this beat up mic
Convincing myself that I can't cheat on life
So papa don't preach, and mama don't worry
Nothing's gonna hurt me
Growin' up in a hurry
I'm still learnin', waitin' for your teachin'
In this game of life that
I seem to be beatin' what the right thing to
Do isn't always understood
And some evil in the world
Is hidin' under good
Life ain't easy, don't put it past the name
Runnin' in the coins throwin' sacks of change
Tryna save up money for the microphone
And while everybody's out I
Just write at home
'Cause to achieve you need
To leave things behind
Wear the rhyme book out 'til
You can see the spine
Read between the lines
More than appears to be
Wonder who I'm here to be so I clearly speak
Sit back with my feet up on the chair
I relax
'cause when the worlds gone rap will be there
Don't have to be scared
Just sit back and chill
I attack these wack cats with the rappin' ill
Pass the Phil 'cause I'm tryna get faded
It's sacred passin' round the blunt
It's the greatest
I wasted payments just to get the tree
Now I'ma stop talking
So y'all can check the beat
Look, yo
Have you ever felt like no
One understand what you loved?
Demanding a hug
Can't reach you when you standin' above
I got dreams which I need to accomplish
I promise i'm honest, clean my conscience
See the nonsense
Good days are gone, they used to be here
Life is but a dream doesn't seem to be clear
Been meanin' to write my thoughts down
Jot down my mind take the words I can't say
And put 'em into rhymes
So I'm up all night on this beat up mic
Convincing myself that I can't cheat on life
So papa don't preach, and mama don't worry
Nothing's gonna hurt me
Growin' up in a hurry
I'm still learnin', waitin' for your teachin'
In this game of life that
I seem to be beatin' what the right thing to
Do isn't always understood
And some evil in the world
Is hidin' under good
Life ain't easy, don't put it past the name
Runnin' in the coins throwin' sacks of change
Tryna save up money for the microphone
And while everybody's out I
Just write at home
'Cause to achieve you need
To leave things behind
Wear the rhyme book out 'til
You can see the spine
Read between the lines
More than appears to be
Wonder who I'm here to be so I clearly speak
Sit back with my feet up on the chair
I relax
'cause when the worlds gone rap will be there
Don't have to be scared
Just sit back and chill
I attack these wack cats with the rappin' ill
Pass the Phil 'cause I'm tryna get faded
It's sacred passin' round the blunt
It's the greatest
I wasted payments just to get the tree
Now I'ma stop talking
So y'all can check the beat