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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mac Miller
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malcolm McCormick
Songwriter
Richard Pike
Songwriter
Laurence Pike
Songwriter
David Bowman
Songwriter
Adrian Lim-Klumpes
Songwriter
Neal Sutherland
Songwriter
Jonathan King
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric Dan
Mixing Engineer
Sap
Producer
Lyrics
It was all about a dream
Turned into reality, double-cup of lean
Ugh
Lemme get a one-way ticket, haven't picked a destination
I'm just tryna catch the train before it has to leave the station
Packin' no bags, nothin' but the clothes on my back
With a Cognac, let me sip it, tryin' to relax
Red wine up in my glass plus Filet Mignon
I got army right up under me, I'm Genghis Khan
Yeah, it's me against the world, I guess I'll take them on
I might stop and see my girl, but I ain't stayin' long
What if I'm gone, what the fuck you gon' think then?
I told my story, put my life inside this ink pen
Said I'll make it big when, everybody know me
Well, I made it big and, everybody phony
Haha, so could you pour me? I need a cup
No, none of that liquor, mixin' purple stuff
I could talk my pain, but would it hurt too much
Go 'head, judge me, hate cost money, but this love free
They just dreams, turn 'em to reality
Double-cup of lean, standin' on my balcony
Looking at the sky, thinkin' it could all be mine
All we got is memories, so what the fuck is time?
They just dreams, turn 'em to reality
Double-cup of lean, standin' on my balcony
Looking at the street, thinkin' it could all be mine
All we got is memories, so what the fuck is time?
What the-, what the fuck is time?
Ask 'em, what the fuck is time? (I don't know)
What the fuck is time?
I ask 'em, what the fuck is time?
What do you do when you think you could be an icon?
Because all these people get to screamin' with the lights on
Like they just seen a ghost, earn my stripes, zebra coat
Racin' to the gate but my flight gone
Now these writers taking shots without a Nikon
But I don't fight though, figure it's a typo
Seems we in some shit now, gonna be alright though
Potion in my sprite, then my night slows, down, down
See, that's exactly what I need
My khaki's filled with cheese, my homie Sap is on the beat
Like it was "Donald Trump", a fucking hit but I call it love
They throw it on when I'm walking in the club
Hey, this the 'Burgh shit, I don't deserve this
Well, I don't think you lookin' far beyond the surface
Learn quick, now I'm big time
Fill your cup up, and I'ma sip mine
Fill it up with dreams, turn 'em to reality
Double-cup of lean, standin' on my balcony
Looking at the sky, thinkin' it could all be mine
All we got is memories, so what the fuck is time?
They just dreams, turn 'em to reality
Double-cup of lean, standin' on my balcony
Looking at the street, thinkin' it could all be mine
All we got is memories, so what the fuck is time?
What the-, what the fuck is time?
Ask 'em, what the fuck is time? (I don't know)
What the fuck is time?
I ask 'em, what the fuck is time? (A'ight)
Writer(s): Jonathan King, Laurence Ivan R Pike, Adrian John Lim-klumpes, David Bowman, Malcolm James Mccormick, Nã©al Francis Sutherland, Richard Anthony David Pike, Neal Francis Sutherland
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