Mac Miller Stoned

Yeah, yeah Breaks down the pain Yeah She breaks down the pain, she rolls up the weed She far from a saint, she's all that I need She lost in her thoughts, so hardly she speaks Her mind's always dirty and her soul's never free (Woah-woah) She never been a groupie (No way) She just in love with the music She watch depressin' movies (Always) Somethin' from the '30s or the '40s about a dependent house wife (Woah-woah) She makes up her bed like she makes up her stories Awake through the night, then she high from the morning I wish she could feel me, she never felt nothin' Knock on her door, she let me come in (Woah) I wish she would learn to laugh Isolation, she lockin' the bathroom door Baby, let's get stoned Put on a record, can I play you one more song? We can get stoned I swear to God, Heaven feels just like home Let's go home (Yeah) And the water, it's shallow like the lies that she tells Can't run from your shadow, can't hide from yourself She hates that she cries when she's all by herself And she's always all by herself (Woah-woah) She hardly talks in conversation (No way) But, but when she do, all her words get lost in translation (Always) No, she can't move (Woah-woah-woah) 'Cause she paralyzed from fear that she fantasize The doctor tried to analyze They cannot find anything that's wrong with her Her parents never got along with her I had to make this song for her (Woah-woah-woah) I wish she would learn to laugh Isolation, she lockin' the bathroom door Baby, let's get stoned Put on a record, can I play you one more song? We can get stoned I swear to God, Heaven feels just like home Let's go home (Ooh) Baby, let's get stoned Put on a record, can I play you one more song? We can get stoned I swear to God, Heaven feels just like home Let's go home (Ooh) I wish she would learn to laugh Isolation, she lockin' the bathroom door Baby, let's get stoned Put on a record, can I play you one more song? (Ooh) We can get stoned I swear to God, Heaven feels just like home Let's go home (Ooh)