Buttons - Mac Miller

Buttons

Mac Miller

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Lyric

Yeah, there's no answer and you called twice

Nobody be at my house

I was at the studio all night

Last night I slept on the couch

I might, wake up, do it all again

There's a world going crazy outside

But let's pretend that it's alright

We keep pretending that it's alright

Yeah, alright

Days get mixed up, schedules get switched up

Can't be in two places at once

So, I take a hit of the spliff that I lit up

And forget I had to be anywhere at all

Goddamn how the mighty will fall, they wanna see me gone

But I'm here in spite of it all, I never play along

You can keep the fear and self pity

I'd rather tell you who I am really, yeah

This is not a wakeup call

I am the hotel operator, I don't owe nobody favors

I don't know how the fuck I've been around so long

Busy as an escalator in a crowded mall (uh-huh)

It's like, every year I realize my house too small

Get paid, upgrade, two cribs, new maids, more flights, flew planes

Live out my suitcase, lose days like loose change

I swear my life is on Blu-ray

Welcome to doomsday, the world needs a hero

And I am your Bruce Wayne, kind of like Luke Cage

(Well, well, well, well, well) You keep on running

We keep on pushing your buttons

Yeah, there's no answer and you called twice

Nobody be at my house

I was at the studio all night

Last night I slept on the couch

I might, wake up, do it all again

There's a world gone crazy outside

But let's pretend that it's alright

We keep pretending that it's alright

I run around with open scissors, they taking pictures

I could lose my head, they grow instead, gets only bigger

I put one foot in front of the other, I never settle

Waste your time with water and wine, I'm turning liquid to metals

Still the same dude that used to never be sure

When I was way more insecure, and I'd feel better before

No umbrellas never could weather the storm

No sympathy for the devil, too busy building a temple

I am looking beyond, leaving them looking

Hottest to grill, I'm putting them on when I be cooking

Shit, I keep on running if I have to

Medusa never turned me to a statue, no

I keep it moving, but keep it low

You can do your thing, shit, to each their own (yep, yep, yep)

But you better do something

We keep on pushing your buttons

Yeah, there's no answer and you called twice

Nobody be at my house

I was at the studio all night

Last night I slept on the couch

I might, wake up, do it all again

There's a world gone crazy outside

But let's pretend that it's alright

We keep pretending that it's alright

- It's already the end -