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INTERPRÉTATION
Mac Miller
Mac Miller
Chant
Jon Brion
Jon Brion
Guitare
Matt Chamberlain
Matt Chamberlain
Batterie
Wendy Melvoin
Wendy Melvoin
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jon Brion
Jon Brion
Paroles/Composition
Malcolm McCormick
Malcolm McCormick
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Mac Miller
Mac Miller
Production
Jon Brion
Jon Brion
Production
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Ingénierie de prise de son
Patricia Sullivan
Patricia Sullivan
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Greg Koller
Greg Koller
Ingénierie de mixage
Eric Caudieux
Eric Caudieux
Ingénierie de prise de son
Rouble Kapoor
Rouble Kapoor
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

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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