Mac Miller, Earl Sweatshirt - The Star Room (OG Version) - Bonus Track

(Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo) What do you do? (Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo) In April, I open my bill (cuckoo, cuckoo) In May, I sing night and day (cuckoo, cuckoo) In June, I change my tune (cuckoo, cuckoo) In July, far, far, I fly (cuckoo, cuckoo) In August, away (cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo) (Lost) yup (lost, cuckoo, lost, cuckoo, way, cuckoo) Welcome (lost, cuckoo), have a seat (lost, cuckoo), uh 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 livin' paradise, what would I have to worry 'bout? Dealin' with these demons, feel the pressure, find the perfect style Makin' sure my mom and dad are still somewhat in love All these backfires of my experiments with drugs I experience the touch of my epiphany in color form Difference between love and war inform me, I'm above the norm Give me anybody though, I'll gladly chew his face off, bath salts Rhymin' like it's summertime on asphalt, hot Haven't picked a major label, think I'm blackballed 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 I don't know what I'm runnin' from, but I'm runnin' still I conversate with acquaintances, but it's nothin' real I'm from a city that you hear and think a bunch of steel So a hundred mil' wouldn't make me sign a fuckin' deal Money kills, that's the truth, it's called the root of evil I want that Rolls-Royce that the homie Lennon drove (whoo) So if they don't got some dollars for me, I'ma send 'em home Unconventional, special, but unprofessional, adolescent expression That's lettin' me meet these centerfolds (centerfolds) Troubles fill my mind capacity, I let 'em go (let 'em go) If I was Johnny Depp in Blow, I would let it snow (let it snow) That's just me all wildin' out and bein' extra though (bein' extra, though) Meezy, nigga, let 'em know, here we go, whoa (Lost, lost, lost) (Lost, lost, lost) uh And if God was a human, it'd be yours truly, watchin' horror movies With some foreign groupies, thinkin' this decor suits me, uh I do drugs to get more loopy, I'm in tune to ancient jiujitsu Spirituals, it's blissful (it's blissful) Lookin' out as far as eyes can see I'm glad that me and this elevation could finally meet (finally meet) I think I'm JFK's final speech (final speech) Try assassinatin' all of my beliefs (my beliefs) I'm asleep, so whisper to me for the peace of mind And he be high, some weed to grind on top of Jesus shrine Twenty thousand on my watch 'cause I needed time If y'all would leave me the fuck alone, that'd be divine (be divine) Can't decide if you like all the fame Three years ago to now, it's just not the same (not the same) Lookin' out the window, ashin' on the pane (ashin' on the pane) I wonder if I lost my way (lost my way) Lost, lost, lost, lost Lost, lost, lost Lost, lost, lost, lost Lost, lost, lost Lost, lost, lost, lost Lost, lost, lost Lost, lost, lost, lost Lost, lost, lost Lost, lost, lost...