Mac Miller - Doodling In The Key Of C Sharp lyrics

[Intro] Check, 6:26 in the morning I just made this beat because I realized I enjoy playing the piano Ah you know, f** you. No one is in the room with me right now so I'm gonna to record myself I'mma try and do this all in one take, there's not a lot of editing because I'm to drunk to edit. And that's just the truth of the matter Alright let's go [Verse 1] I said raps is cold about 20 below I just realized I don't give a f** any mo' Used to look into the mirror asking where would this go? Got big quick kinda wish that I was taking it slow It takes balls to go break from the mould I guess I did that Still got some dumba** fans who want K.I.D.S. back And I forget that they're twelve years old, I must accept that Should probably stop thinking so much and just rap I wish life was kinda easier to figure out I wish it was like Ferris Bueller singing "Twist and Shout" Got a couple reasons that I'll stick around But for the most part this sh** is foul I place my hand on a stove top to see if I'm awake I heard you taking bath salts and eating people's face Saw the people I know personally See they act a certain way because they working for me And if you take that as a diss, that means I'm talking to you Know I never look down I got knots in my shoe- Strings, made some money, went and bought me a few things This ain't sh** I'm just doodling (ahah) I'm sick of going to the movies and people looking at me Inquire 'bout some sh** that they know they shouldn't ask me Hollywood got every girl around the world fasting Like eating was a sin when really beauty lie within Guess I wouldn't f** me a fat b**h I just disagree with you, determining fat is Wanna go to Israel to see if there's a God there For now I'm bout to smoke some blunts and post in this lawn chair Could of been the mayor because I'm excellent with politicking People never say what's on their mind because they're on a mission Who do you think you are? [Verse 2] And may God damn your soul if you forgotten tradition Locked inside a box, a prison Somewhere there I saw a vision Met this girl with innocence And stole it while on top of linen Rocket, word to Roger Clemens That don't mean a thing I'm in love with making melodies but scared to even sing For you judgmental f**heads talking 'bout my life You don't know me and if you did you'd say I'm nice Everyone I see always has some cool advice 'Bout what they do if they were me and all the issues they would fight You could never fathom what this sh** is like And I hope you turn your b**h to dyke My kryptonite is me