Mac Miller - The Mourning After

Mixtape : Macadelic

Year : 2012

Morning after, my lungs hurt
Eat your pussy just to show you how my tongue works
It’s funny how we fuck but fell in love first
Been three years, I wish I finally trust her (trust her)
She made me feel like how them drugs work
Itching for my fixture, one your gone the love hurts
I just get a temper, I just need somebody I can venture
Someone get me stoned, be my armor
Left your lipstick on the glass of your daiquiri
We’ll be ready, usually end up tragically
Work of art, you could be my masterpiece but you’re fast asleep

Something ‘bout the paint makes me grow more
Done a lot of drugs, never felt like this before
I hope one day it all make sense (2x make sense)
It will all make sense
You could have it all
Tell me what you need
Believe in all them silly things you hear
I hope one day it all make sense (make sense)
One day it will all make sense (make sense)

Uh, now she wake up, cryin’ as she puttin’ on her make up
Trapped inside her love for me and no escape for her
You wanna leave, say the word, but you can’t
Lookin’ in my eyes, is everything okay?
She lies, put on her disguise, play it safe
Cuz we been fightin’ for the past three weeks
She keeps this one inside, she don’t wanna seem weak
Strong, baby tell me what’s been goin’ on
I don’t wanna be so alone
So you need to get me high again
I got all this money we could try to spend
Until we strung out like a violin
Come back to life then we die again
Little angel, where’s your halo?
Somewhere above them whores

Something ‘bout the paint makes me grow more
Done a lot of drugs, never felt like this before
I hope one day it all make sense (2x make sense)
It will all make sense
You could have it all
Tell me what you need
Believe in all them silly things you hear
I hope one day it all make sense (make sense)
One day it will all make sense (make sense)

You get me high girl, scared of overdose
I don’t sleep much, when I do I’m comatose
May I propose a toast? Someone usually does
To a fucked up love

You get me high girl, scared of overdose
I don’t sleep much, when I do I’m comatose
Propose a toast? Someone usually does
To a fucked up love

Something ‘bout the paint makes me grow more
Done a lot of drugs, never felt like this before
You could have it all
Tell me what you need
Believe in all them silly things you hear

Don’t cry
It’s okay
It will all be over soon