Chords for Mac Miller - Thoughts From A Balcony (Macadelic) (New Music April 2012)

_ _ _ _ _ _ It's all about the dream, it's a reality, it's a double cup of rain
Uh, let [Gb] me get a one-way ticket, I haven't picked a destination
I'm just trying [Ebm] to catch a train before it has to leave the station
Packing no [Gb] bags, nothing but the clothes on my back [Ebm] with a cognac
Let me sip a tryin' to relax, [Gb] red wine up in my glass
Plus filet mignon, [Ebm] I got an army right up under me
I'm gang, it's cool, yeah, it's me [Gb] against the world
I guess I'll take them on, [Ebm] I might stop and see my girl
But I ain't staying long, what if I'm gone?
What the fuck you gon' think then?
I told my story, put my life inside this [Gb] ink pen
Said I'll make it big [Ebm] when everybody know me
Well, I made it big and everybody's pony
[Gb] Ha, so could you pour [Ebm] me?
I need a cup
No, not all that liquor [Eb] mixing purple stuff
I could [Ebm] talk my pain, but would it hurt too much?
Go ahead, judge me, it ain't cost money, but there's love to be made
It's all about the dream, it's a reality, it's a double cup of rain
Standing on my balcony, looking at the sky
Thinking it could all be mine
So what the fuck is time?
Turn them to reality, double cup of rain
Standing on my balcony, _ thinking it could all be mine
All we got is memories
So what the fuck is time?
[Gb] _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ Asking what the fuck is time?
I don't know, I don't know
What the fuck is time?
_ Asking what the fuck is time?
[Gb] What do you do when you think you could [Ebm] be an icon?
Cause all these people get to screaming when the lights on
[Gb] Like they've seen a ghost, earned my stripes, people [Ebm] cold
Racing to the gate, but my flight gone
And now these writers taking shots without a nightgown
[Ebm] But I don't fight though, figure it's a typo
Seems we in some shit [Gb] now, gonna be alright though
Potion in my Sprite, [Ebm] then my night slow Damn, [Gb] damn
See [Ebm] that's exactly what I need
My khaki spilled with teas, my homie stabbed us on the beat
Like it was Donald Trump, a fucking hit, but I just call it luck
Ain't throwing on when I'm walking in the [Gb] club
Hey, this is Berg [Ebm] shit, I don't deserve this
Well I don't think you looking for me on the surface
Learn quick, now I'm big time
So hiccup up, and I'ma sip mine
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
So what the fuck is time?
They just dreamed, turn them to reality
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?
[Gb] What the fuck is time?
[Ebm] Ask him what the fuck is time
I don't know
What the fuck is time?
Ask him what the fuck is time [Gb] Alright
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