Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

Artistas intérpretes
Mac Miller
Mac Miller
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Anne Dudley
Anne Dudley
Autoría
Malcolm McCormick
Malcolm McCormick
Autoría
Malcolm McLaren
Malcolm McLaren
Autoría
Trevor Horn
Trevor Horn
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Masterización
E. Dan
E. Dan
Ingeniería de mezcla
Larry Fisherman
Larry Fisherman
Producción
Josh Berg
Josh Berg
Ingeniería de grabación

Letra

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Breaks down the pain
Yeah
[Verse 1]
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 housewife (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's never felt nothin'
Knock on her door, she let me come in (Whoa)
[PreChorus]
I wish she would learn to laugh
Isolation, she lockin' the bathroom door
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
And the water is shallow like the lies that she tells
Could 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 her words get lost in translation (Always)
No, she can't move (Whoa-whoa-whoa)
'Cause she paralyzed from fear that she fantasized
The doctor tried to analyze, they cannot 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)
[PreChorus]
I wish she would learn to laugh
Isolation, she lockin' the bathroom door
[Chorus]
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
[PreChorus]
I wish she would learn to laugh
Isolation, she lockin' the bathroom door
[Chorus]
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
Written by: Anne Dudley, Malcolm McCormick, Malcolm McLaren, Trevor Horn
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