Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mac Miller
Mac Miller
Vocals
Sia
Sia
Background Vocals
88-Keys
88-Keys
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A. Gould
A. Gould
Songwriter
C. Njapa
C. Njapa
Songwriter
D. Glogower
D. Glogower
Songwriter
I. Rosenberg
I. Rosenberg
Songwriter
J. O'Connell
J. O'Connell
Songwriter
M Lavalle
M Lavalle
Songwriter
M. McCormick
M. McCormick
Songwriter
Nickolas Ashford
Nickolas Ashford
Songwriter
V.Simpson
V.Simpson
Songwriter
Sia
Sia
Songwriter
Winston Nelson
Winston Nelson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
88-Keys
88-Keys
Producer
Frank Tatik
Frank Tatik
Assistant Engineer
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Mastering Engineer
Steve Baughman
Steve Baughman
Mastering Engineer
IRKO
IRKO
Mixing Engineer
Zeke Mishanec
Zeke Mishanec
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
They told me "Don't make a promise you can't keep"
All the drugs in your system, you can't sleep
How many times you had to buy a Plan B
For a girl you never bring back home to meet your family?
Man, man I swear this what I dream about
Ever since my mom told me that she need me out
Always smoking weed, causing trouble, never clean the house
But I paid her back for everything, I guess we even now
Nothing better than some head after a long day
That's the only thing that ever keep mine on straight
And she asks me "Why the long face?"
How I spend $350 on this entree?
I drown my sorrow in that bottle
Today is full of regret, find forever in tomorrow
Man up, what's the problem?
Everything is 'Jazz' and I'm Stockton
[Verse 2]
I know it seems a little bit strange sometimes, yeah yeah
Everybody live a little, everybody die, yeah yeah
That's life
What you gonna do?
That's life
Baby, I would spend it all with you (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
And I'm headed to the other side where the grass is always greener
And yo' bitch is down to ride, but the ass is always meaner
See, my cash got deeper and my morals disappeared
Never thought I'd be an asshole, this my last show
Can I please get a standing ovation
100 naked bitches in my dressing room waiting
We lost a lot of blood for this fucked up nation
But me? I'm getting high, making love in that spaceship
So what are the basics? Tell me your problems
You losing your job, or even worse, you don't got one
So hard to stay sober when you feeling fucked over so much
Always coming up short, you like the roach to a blunt, yeah
And I can never sleep at night, fuck paying bills
I need a brand new lease on life
Why does doing wrong always feel so right?
Well, I guess fuck it, that's life, yeah
[Verse 4]
I know it seems a little bit strange sometimes, yeah yeah
Everybody live a little, everybody die, yeah yeah
That's life
What you gonna do?
That's life
Baby, I would spend it all with you (Yeah)
[Verse 5]
Now I wish I could take all your pain
But when the toxin is fame
The drugs, they don't fill the hole, no
Broken actions again
Wish you'd picked up the phone
Know that I'd be your home, knew that you weren't alone
Knew that you weren't alone, knew that you weren't yeah
[Verse 6]
I saw you act a little bit strange sometimes, you would say, yeah
Everybody lives and everybody dies, one day
Well that's right
What you gonna do?
But I wish you coulda spent it on the truth
Written by: A. Gould, C. Njapa, D. Glogower, I. Rosenberg, Ivan Jackson Rosenberg, J. O'Connell, M Lavalle, M. McCormick, Michael Loren Lavalle, N.Ashford, Sia, V.Simpson, Willie Nelson, Winston D. Adrian Nelson
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