Mac Miller - The Star Room (Original Demo) lyrics

[Produced by: RandomBlackDude] [Intro] Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, what do you do? In April, I open my bill In May, I sing night and day In June, I change my tune In July, far far I fly In August, away I must Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo [Mac Miller] Welcome, Have a seat [Verse 1: Mac Miller] I'm still trapped inside my head It kinda feel like it's a purgatory So polite and white, but I got family who would murder for me Think I'm living paradise, so would I have to worry 'bout? Dealing with these demons, feel the pressure Find the perfect style Making sure my mom and dad are still somewhat in love All these backfires of my experiments with d** And I experience the touch of my epiphany in color form The difference between love and war inform me I'm above the norm But, give me anybody though, I'll gladly chew his face off, them bath salts Rhyming like it's summertime on asphalt, hot Haven't picked a major label, think I'm blackballed I still don't got the heart to pick my phone up when my dad calls Will he recognize his son when he hears my voice? I put this music against my life, I think I fear the choice And I don't know what I'm running from, but I'm running still I conversate with acquaintances, but it's nothing real I'm from a city that you hear and think a bunch of steel So a hundred mills wouldn't make me sign a f**ing deal Money k**s, that's the truth, it's called the root of evil But I want that Rolls Royce that the homie Lennon drove So, if you ain't got some dollars for me I'mma send you home Unconventional, special but unprofessional Adolescent expression that's letting me meet centerfolds As troubles fill my mind capacity, I let 'em go If I was Johnny Depp in Blow, I would let it snow That's just me all wilding out and being extra doe [Bridge: Earl Sweatshirt] Meezy n***a let them know Here we go, uh [[Verse 2: Mac Miller] And if God was a human, it'd be yours truly, watching horror movies With some foreign groupies, thinking this decor suits me I do d** to get more loopy, I'm in tune To ancient jujitsu spirituals, it's blissful Looking out as far as eyes can see I'm glad that me and this elevation could finally meet I think I'm JFK's final speech They try a**a**inating all of my beliefs But I'm asleep so whisper to me for some peace of mind And he be high some weed to grind on top a Jesus shrine Twenty thousand on my watch cause I needed time If y'all would leave me the f** alone, that'd be divine Can't decide if you like all the fame Three years ago to now, it's just not the same I'm looking my window ashing on the pane sh**, wonder if I lost my way