Robert Glasper, Mac Miller - Therapy pt. 2 lyrics

Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Um, well yeah

You will find that we not very different, no
You and I
Although I usually, usually find a way out
Feelin' like I'm in the skies
My hands could separate clouds
My bitch go get me take-out
They used to hate, they love me
And they used to love, they hate now
The world I rearrange
I turned it to a bloody playground
Here's to the homiеs
Stayin' down through anything
A cheers to baby girl
Who I would've copped a wedding ring
See, monеy isn't everything, but it helps
We walk around with pride in
Our eyes to the skies, the lies that we tell
Pickin' up a seashell, listen to the ocean
Do the whole thing all me-self
I'm livin' in the moment
Pickin' up all of the ashes
I'm burnin' the house down
Runnin' for my life
I probably ran a thousand miles now
Had powwows with millionaires
A foul child and a style wild
You found out that I'm killin' there
Tell me how you feelin', how's it feel?

How's it feel? (yeah, said how's it feel?)
How's it feel?
(Can you tell me how's it feel?)
How's it feel? (To be around somethin' real)
How's it feel?
(yeah, yeah, said how's it feel?)
How's it feel? yeah, tell me how's it feel?
How's it feel? So can you
Tell me how's it feel?
How's it feel? (To be around something real)
How's it feel?

They yellin', "Danger, danger
" when I hopped out of the manger
With a two-way pager, callin'
All the homies, screamin', "Savior"
This world could not be stranger
You could beat the odd behavior
Give a inch, they take a mile, take a mile
I'll take a acre i'm a, alien communicator
Fuckin' up the human nature
Projectile vomit on a song, the fluid nasty
Uh i just got the iPhone 6
It looks like Steve Jobs done
Ran out of tricks
Yeah, I come through stuntin' on
'em, in the park, buntin' on 'em
Somebody should pump you up
You best get Joe Budden on 'em
New couch, I'm fuckin' on it, after that
Don't fuckin' want it
Bitch, I'm fuckin' awesome
Come again? I said I'm fuckin' awesome
Press the pedal, wah-wah, hell nah, aw, nah
All I want is Lana and some head from Madonna
I gots to separate the weak
From the obso lete
Real life, this is not a dream
I'm a problem, just took a jet from Nicaragua
Copped me a vacation spot that
Came with an iguana, uh
The hot lava, sonta, a world with no ceilin'
Come again, tell me how you feelin'
How's it feel?

How's it feel? (Said how's it feel?)
How's it feel? (Said how's it feel?)
How's it feel? (To be around somethin' real)
How's it feel?
(So can you tell me how's it feel?)
How's it feel? (Said how's it feel?)
How's it feel? (Said how's it feel?)
How's it feel?
(Can you tell me how's it feel?)
How's it feel? (yeah)

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Haha, yeah mac Miller and Rob Glasper
You know what it is, you know what it is