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letra de sunday - mac miller

[pre-chorus]
countin’ up the minutes that i wasted
i could use a little motivation
somethin’ that’s gon’ get me out of bed
so i don’t blow my brains out, i go and live instead (blaow)

[chorus]
i don’t need you to call my phone
tell me that i have somewhere to go (hmm)
oh no, i’d rather just be alone (hmm), oh, whoa

[verse 1]
well, this world (world, world, yeah)
this world is crazy
i don’t lift a finger ‘less a motherf-cker pay me
i remember always comin’ up short
like a 5’4″ motherf-cker on the court
and now these people wonder, “who that?”
i miss the nuts and bolts, i got a loose cap but scrеw that
this forward, never move back
i’m layin’ nеw tracks like brand new weave
watch me go to work, oh yes, i’m rollin’ up sleeves (sh-t)
swear that my intentions are correct
i would mention my perspective is intelligent
so yes, i have a bit of trouble bein’ benevolent (mmm)
i let the chip fall off my shoulder, i’m so—it’s so irrelevant (yeah)
my past is my past, i move past that
don’t hold onto sh-t, i ain’t a motherf-ckin’ pack rat
coach, put me in the game (game)
swear i need a switch-up, every day is like the same, i’m…
[pre-chorus]
countin’ up the minutes that i wasted (that i wasted)
i could use a little motivation (some motivation)
somethin’ that’s gon’ get me out of bed
so i don’t blow my brains out, i go and live instead (blaow)

[chorus]
i don’t need you to call my phone
tell me that i have somewhere to go (hmm)
oh no, i’d rather just be alone (hmm), oh, whoa

[verse 2]
i’m keepin’ track of all this time, but it’s slippin’ away
i get you loose, spillin’ juice with every minute i made
some bad decisions, but whoops
i went from sittin’ on stoops, watchin’ the days go
to sittin’ at the head of the motherf-ckin’ table (yeah)
it either make me stronger or it’s fatal
in that case, put some diamonds on my halo
so i can shine, fly high, i climb
recently been feelin’ like my mind ain’t mine
i don’t know why sometimes i let my head get the best of me (uh)
wear this crazy life (um) like an accessory
freshest on the motherf-ckin’ planet
but this planet too complex for me to ever understand it, so (so)
i belong, han solo
glass walls, throwin’ stones like quasimodo
and that’s all folks know, that i’m goin’ loco
can’t blame it on the coco no more
i need my mojo, ’til then, i’m…
[pre-chorus]
countin’ up the minutes that i wasted (that i wasted)
i could use a little motivation (some motivation)
somethin’ that’s gon’ get me out of bed
so i don’t blow my brains out, i go and live instead (blaow)

[chorus]
i don’t need you to call my phone (hmm)
tell me that i have somewhere to go
oh no, i’d rather just be alone, oh, whoa, whoa (hmm)

- mac miller

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