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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mac Miller
Mac Miller
Vocals
Jon Brion
Jon Brion
Guitar
Matt Chamberlain
Matt Chamberlain
Drums
Wendy Melvoin
Wendy Melvoin
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jon Brion
Jon Brion
Songwriter
Malcolm McCormick
Malcolm McCormick
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mac Miller
Mac Miller
Producer
Jon Brion
Jon Brion
Producer
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Recording Engineer
Patricia Sullivan
Patricia Sullivan
Mastering Engineer
Greg Koller
Greg Koller
Mixing Engineer
Eric Caudieux
Eric Caudieux
Recording Engineer
Rouble Kapoor
Rouble Kapoor
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I spent the whole day in my head Do a little spring-cleaning I'm always too busy dreaming Well, maybe I should wake up instead A lot of things I regret, but I just say I forget Why can't it just be easy? Why does everybody need me to stay? Well, I hate the feeling When you're high but you're underneath the ceiling Got the cards in my hand, I hate dealing Get everything I need then I'm gone But it ain't stealing, can I get a break? I wish that I could just, get out my goddamn way What is there to say? There ain't a better time than today Well, maybe I'll lay down for a little, yeah Instead of always trying to figure everything out And all I do is say sorry Half the time I don't even know what I'm saying it about Good news, good news, good news That's all they wanna hear No, they don't like it when I'm down But when I'm flying, oh, it make 'em so uncomfortable So different, what's the difference? When it ain't that bad It could always be worse I'm running out of gas, hardly anything left Hope I make it home from work So tired of being so tired Why I gotta build something beautiful just to go set it on fire? I'm no liar but Sometimes the truth don't sound like the truth Maybe 'cause it ain't I just love the way it sound when I say it, yeah So what I do? If you know me it ain't anything new Wake up to the moon, haven't seen the sun in a while But I heard that the sky is still blue Heard they don't talk about me too much, no more That's the problem with a closed door Good news, good news, good news That's all they wanna hear No, they don't like it when I'm down When I'm flying oh, it make 'em so uncomfortable So different, what's the difference? There's a whole lot more for me waiting on the other side I'm always wondering, if it feel like summer I know maybe I'm too late, I could make it there some other time I'll finally discover That there's a whole lot more for me waiting That there's a whole lot more for me waiting I know maybe I'm too late, I could make it there some other time Then I'll finally discover That it ain't that bad Ain't so bad When it ain't that bad At least it don't gotta be no more No more, no more, no more, no more No more, no more, no more, no more No more
Writer(s): Jon Brion, Malcolm James Mccormick Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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