Sunday Mac Miller

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[Pre-Chorus]
Countin' up the minutes that I wasted
I could use a little motivation
Somethin' that's gon' get me out of bed
So I don't blow my brains out, I go and live instead (Blaow)

[Chorus]
I don't need you to call my phone
Tell me that I have somewhere to go (Hmm)
Oh no, I'd rather just be alone (Hmm), oh, woah

[Verse 1]
Well, this world (World, world, yeah)
This world is crazy
I don't lift a finger 'less a motherfucker pay me
I remember always comin' up short
Like a 5'4" motherfucker on the court
And now these people wonder, "Who that?"
I miss the nuts and bolts, I got a loose cap but scrеw that
This forward, never move back
I'm layin' nеw tracks like brand new weave
Watch me go to work, oh yes, I'm rollin' up sleeves (Shit)
Swear that my intentions are correct
I would mention my perspective is intelligent
So yes, I have a bit of trouble bein' benevolent (Mmm)
I let the chip fall off my shoulder, I'm so—It's so irrelevant (Yeah)
My past is my past, I move past that
Don't hold onto shit, I ain't a motherfuckin' pack rat
Coach, put me in the game (Game)
Swear I need a switch-up, every day is like the same, I'm...