Chords for Mac Miller - Thoughts From A Balcony

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It was all about a dream, not a reality,
but a couple things.
Uh, let me get [Gb] a one-way ticket.
I haven't picked a [B] destination.
I'm [Ebm] just trying to catch a train before it has to leave
the station, [Gb] packing no bags.
Nothing but the clothes on [B] my back with [Ebm] a cognac.
Let me sip a triangle, relax.
[Gb] Red wine up in my glass, plus filet mignon.
[Ebm] I got an army right in front of me.
I'm gang as Paul.
[Gb] Yeah, it's me against the world.
I guess I'll take them [Ebm] on.
I might stop and see my girl, but I ain't staying long.
What if I'm gone?
What the fuck you gonna think then?
I told my story, put my life inside this ink pen,
[Gb] said I'll make [Ebm] it big when everybody know me.
Well, I made it big, and everybody phony.
Ha, so could you phone me?
I need a cup.
No, not of that liquor mixing purple stuff.
I could talk my pain, but would it hurt too much?
Go ahead, judge me.
It ain't cost money, but this love's fake.
It's just dreams, _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ not reality.
Double-coupled lanes, standing on my balcony,
looking at the street.
I could all be mine, all we got is worries.
So what the fuck's time?
What the? _ _ _ _
Ask her what the fuck's time?
I don't know.
What's time? _
Ask her what the fuck's time?
[Gb] What do you do when you think you could be a [B] icon?
[Ebm] Because all these people get screaming when the lights on.
[Gb] Like they've seen a ghost.
Earn my stripes, [B] leave a coat.
[Ebm] Race into the cave, but my flight gone.
And now these [Gb] writers taking shots without a nightgown.
[Ebm] But I don't fight, though.
Figure it's a typo.
Since we in some [Gb] shit now, gonna be all right, though.
[B] Potion in my [Ebm] Sprite, then my night slows.
Damn, damn.
[Gb] [Ebm] See, that's exactly what I need.
My khaki's filled with cheese.
My homie Sav is on the beat like it was Donald Trump.
A fucking hit, but I just call it love.
They throw it on when I'm walking in the club.
Hey, [Gb] this is [Ebm] Berg shit.
I don't deserve this.
Well, I don't think you looking for a B on the surface.
Learn quick, now I'm big time.
Fill your cup up, and I'm a [Abm] shit man.
[Ebm] Fill it up with dreams, turn them to reality.
Double cup of lean, standing on my balcony.
Looking at the sky, thinking it could all be mine.
All we got is memories, so what the fuck is time?
They just drinked.
_ Double cup of lean, standing on my balcony.
Looking at the street, thinking it could all be mine.
All we got is memories, so what the fuck is time?
What the, [Gb] what [Ebm] the fuck is time?
Ask the one, I don't know.
Fuck is time?
Ask the one, fuck time.
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_ Yeah.
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