Mac Miller, Lil Wayne - The Question lyrics

Sometimes I wonder who the fuck I am
Sometimes I wonder who the fuck I am uh
Yeah (Want you to feel it)
Man, my voice probably sounds
Mad raspy right now
(I want you all to feel it) yeah
So step up on the mic and, uh
Show 'em what you got, tiger a'ight, look

Uh, sometimes I wonder who the fuck I am
So I've been lookin' in the mirror and
It still don't make no sense
I'm askin', "What am I supposed to do?"
Done so much in my short lifetime
But I haven't done shit
I done flew around the whole world
First I shook a million hands
Then I took a million pictures
But, I'm a hostage in my own world
Yeah, my thoughts my own enemy
Got no time for these bitches
I got too much on my damn mind
So if I add some more stress
I just don't see how I'ma cope
I think they underestimate the grind
I do to bring this dough
And I'm only 20 years old
I wonder why I sip this devil juice
'cause it feel incredible

Problems, I got several
Thank God that none of that medical
Uh, I've been blessed with
Much to be expected

What am I doing here?
I wonder what am I doing here
What am I doing here? (Uh)
What am I doing here?

I hope this feelin' last for fuckin' ever
I don't wanna come back down
Let me stay above the ground
I hope I do what I was meant to do
'Cause, I've been searchin' for that answer
I just hope I get it now
Please, let me find euphoria
When you up above the clouds, like
"Who gon' touch me now?"
And do we ever get to know the truth?
'Cause everybody seems to have it
But to me it seems they lack it
Now I'm rollin' and I'm sippin' lean
Sometimes I catch a buzz just
To help me picture love
Drinkin' liquor and I'm smokin' weed
And you don't ever do too much
If you could never do enough
Wonder why it's me instead of you
I'll be there to rescue you

Problems, you got several
Thank God that none of that medical
Uh, I've been blessed with
Much to be expected

What am I doing here?
I wonder what am I doing here
What am I doing here? What am I doing here?

Uh, sittin' in my Bentley
Thinkin' 'bout these hoes
All I do is kill 'em, I kill 'em like Nicole
Simpson, flag crimson
Smoke 'em like Winstons
I just bought a new chopper
I treat it like an infant
I'm lightin' up a stogie
It's longer than a hoagie
Situation's gettin' fishy and I
Don't eat anchovies
Fuck the world, kill 'em all
She answer when I call
If the cops pull us over
She gon' hide it in her drawers
See, I come from a place
Where stars never shine
And drama is accepted
Credit cards are declined
Everybody gotta die, but I ain't everybody
If that ho play with me
I whoop that chick like Terrence Howard
I'm a pimp, I ain't lyin'
But that is not important
I'm just tryna buy time
But can't really afford it
Sayin' ain't that a bitch
But I hope that bitch is bad
I feel like money in the trash, like

What am I doing here? (Whoa)
I wonder what am I doing here
(yeah young Mula, baby)
What am I doing here? What am I doing here?