Mac Miller – Buttons Lyrics

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[Chorus]
Yeah, there’s no answer and you call 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

[Verse 1]
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
God damn 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’m not the hotel operator
I dont 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
You keep on running, we keep on pushing your buttons

[Chorus]
Yeah, there’s no answer and you call 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

[Verse 2]
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
Don’t 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
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
But you better do something
We keep on pushing your buttons

[Chorus]
Yeah, there’s no answer and you call 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

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