Mac Miller - Stoned lyrics
[Mac Miller - Stoned lyrics]
Yeah, yeah she 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)
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 house wife (Whoa-whoa)
She makes up her bed like
She makes up her stories
Awake through the night
Then she high from the morning
I wish she could feel me
She never felt nothin'
Knock on her door, she let me come in (Whoa)
I wish she would learn to live
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 the words get lost in translation
(Always) no, she can't move (Whoa-whoa-whoa)
'Cause she paralyzed from the
Fear that she fantasized
The doctor tried to analyze
They can not find anything
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 live
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 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
I wish she would learn to live
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
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)
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 house wife (Whoa-whoa)
She makes up her bed like
She makes up her stories
Awake through the night
Then she high from the morning
I wish she could feel me
She never felt nothin'
Knock on her door, she let me come in (Whoa)
I wish she would learn to live
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 the words get lost in translation
(Always) no, she can't move (Whoa-whoa-whoa)
'Cause she paralyzed from the
Fear that she fantasized
The doctor tried to analyze
They can not find anything
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 live
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 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
I wish she would learn to live
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