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Funny Papers

Mac Miller

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Funny Papers

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Did no one ever teach you how to dance?Nobody ever taught you how to dance?Well, well, everyone knows how to danceThere's only so much timeYeah, somebody died today, II saw his picture in the funny papersDidn't think anybody died on a FridaySome angry banker, some kind of money traderRecently divorced, was drunk drivin' down the highwayAnd drove off the bridge to his wedding songBlew out the bass in his speakersyou can still hear the treble goin'The hospital was uselessand everything was quiet but the musicRecently, I only meet peace when in deep sleepBeen the same dream: world safe, smile on her faceWaitin' on the other sideI wonder if He'll take me to the other sideYeah, what your eyes seetoo naive for war, and that'll screw yaStill bet it all on the glory, hallelujahI heard the answer in the gibberish of an old drunkAll he said was he's in no rushIf I could just pay my rent by TuesdayI bet I'd be rich by April Fools' dayThe moon's wide awake, with a smile on his faceAs he smuggle constellations in his suitcaseDon't you love silence?Everything quiet but the musiceverything quiet but the musicDo you love silence?Everything quiet but the musicSomebody gave birth to a baby boyI saw his picture in the funny papersEleven pounds, named after his uncle GabrielHis mother cried with her lips against his soft faceWhy'd she bring these bright eyes into this dark place?Oh, sweet, sweet oblivionWay before the information gets settled inI swear to God I never wanna sin againBut I fear that (Trouble's on its way)Yeah, the mind go with age, don't surrenderMy mistake, I misplaced all of my remembersBaby, there's a little vacation in the dresserTake one for depression, and two for your temperIf I could just pay my rent by TuesdayI bet I'd be rich by April Fools' dayThe moon's wide awake, with a smile on his faceAs he smuggle constellations in his suitcaseDon't you love silence?Oh shit, here come the icebreakerIt's danger when he's bringin' out the lightsaberThe words awesome but he's talkin' outta turn oftenI blew the fuck up, then became the world's problemBad hygiene, all about that gross lifeHate to see somebody fuckin' up their own lifeJust roll the dice, put a twenty on midnightHave a feelin' we gon' win tonight'Cause when the snakes start slitherin'you spot the chameleonsYou realize you surrounded by reptiliansShit, I ain't an innovator, just a motherfuckin' illustratorWhy does it matter, at all? Whoa, whoa
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