Текст песни с аккордами
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[Intro: Mac Miller]
|A |Bm |F#m |F#m
|A |Bm |F#m |F#m
Close your eyes...
[Verse 1: Mac Miller & Iman Omari]
A Bm
So watch her do the Macarena, somewhere out by Pasadena
F#m
Love a drug that everybody here just tryna get a taste of
A Bm
You a waste of the space that you take up
F#m
Livin', this time around I'm not kiddin'
A
I had an intuition about these women
Bm F#m
And suspicion got me lookin' at you different
A
How a man in my position can't start slippin' down these slopes
Bm
'Cause it's all just (downhill from there)
F#m
As a kid I didn't learn that, but (now I'm aware)
A
When you a youngin
Bm
You just tryna live your life and have some fun
F#m
In a world where you have yet to see how evil it's become
A Bm
It's hard to have a dream when you deep inside of one
F#m
And I know you hate them spirits so I keep em in my lungs
A Bm
I'm a Beatle to these young kids
F#m
But sometimes I be feelin' like a needle to these young kids
A Bm
You had the world, you about to leave it to these young kids
F# m
And we gonna show you what the love is...
[Pre-Hook: Iman Omari & Mac Miller]
A Bm F#m
Stay high, go for what you know
A Bm F#m
Let it in your mental and don't ever let it go
It won't stop!
[Hook: Iman Omari & Mac Miller]
A Bm F#m
You can't fight the feeling, feeling
A Bm F#m
You can't fight the feeling, no (it won't stop!)
A Bm F#m
You can't fight the feeling, feeling
A Bm F#m
You can't fight the feeling, no
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
A Bm
Uh, and I keep a couple Most Dope homies by me
F#m
So there ain't too many times it's me, myself and Irene
A Bm
We stay smokin' through the night wake up, do some tai-chi
F#m
Homie can't you see I'm chillin? Please don't fuck up my chi
A
Yeah my jacket Y-3, recently been up on fashion
Bm F#m
Waste a bunch of money, kinda stinks of sastisfaction
A Bm
Fell asleep in Hollywood, woke up in Manhattan
F#m
Ballin' like I'm Jordan, but I'm fresh as Mars Blackmon
A Bm
A penny for your thoughts, a dollar for your dreams
F#m
A price on an idea, we never can agree
A Bm
They tell you what to know, but it's better to believe
F#m
So why you tryna act like what you never gonna be?
A Bm
Still I tell em, "Fuck what you know, I'm feelin' comfortable"
F#m
Just continue livin' life, cause enough of 'em don't
A Bm
You spent your days countin' every single penny made
F#m
Restart now, cause we comin' for you anyways
[Pre-Hook: Iman Omari & Mac Miller]
A Bm F#m
Stay high, go for what you know
Yeah, Macadelic...
A Bm F#m
Let it in your mental and don't ever let it go
It ain't never gon' stop cause
[Hook: Iman Omari & Mac Miller]
A Bm F#m
You can't fight the feeling, feeling
A Bm F#m
You can't fight the feeling, no (it won't stop!)
A Bm F#m
You can't fight the feeling, feeling
A Bm F#m
You can't fight the feeling, no
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
A Bm
Sometimes I wake up, up in the morning, make up
F#m
Wipe the smudge of makeup off my bed
Soon as she’s gone and take up
A Bm
Hours out my day just to find power shit to say
F#m
But you won't hear it
Even if your ears was pierced with Beats by Dre
A Bm F#m
I mean the sun is slowly falling, we all surely should die eventually
So what's your calling? Oh you left your phone behind?
A Bm
Identity crises break mirrors, vices steer us through wickedness
F#m
Jesus Christ is right near us and Devil said you owe ten percent
A Bm
Sold your soul, I know, sold your soul and you're hopeless
F#m
My focus, stare at elopin' on boats that float in the open
A Bm
Of oceans that coast the line on the margins I rhyme, choking
F#m
Or soaking up game, I'm hoping you picked the second one
A Bm
Change the emotion of jealousy that you're holding
F#m
You're telling me that you're golden but really cubic zirconia
A
Let me see, I'll break you down like a pound of fire, whenever
Bm F#m
Your tactics are mighty clever but even if you Mayweather, you
[Hook: Iman Omari & Mac Miller]
A Bm F#m
You can't fight the feeling, feeling
A Bm F#m
You can't fight the feeling, no (it won't stop!)
A Bm F#m
You can't fight the feeling, feeling
A Bm F#m
You can't fight the feeling, no
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