• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Talk About - Mac Miller
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[Chorus]
What type of music should I make? It generates love and it generates hate
What kind of topics should I stress? I can talk about the money and the girls and the sex.
Talk about life or talk about death. Living care free or I can talk about stress
What kind of picture should I paint? What kind of music should I make?
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
So many things to say not a lot of times that I can say em’
I can talk about the fact that I’m a rapping caucasian.
Talk about going to school and getting bad grades.
Talk about breaking the rules and having bad days.
I could talk about girl problems.
I could talk about hoes from the ugly to the hot ones.
Or I could talk abut this dream I have.
Or I could talk about my homies when I seem em’ last.
Say I’m the illest on the mic, how I kill it when I write.
Or how the lights when they film it so bright.
I could talk about the fame and the hoes.
Or all the name brands on my clothes.
Talk about the highs, talk about the lows.
Talk about the highs that you get when you smoke.
I talk about a lot of shit when I write.. because it’s part of my life.
[Chorus]
What type of music should I make? It generates love and it generates hate
What kind of topics should I stress? I can talk about the money and the girls and the sex.
Talk about life or talk about death. Living care free or I can talk about stress
What kind of picture should I paint? What kind of music should I make?
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
I could talk about the parties that I go to.
Talk about how it’s so different from the old school.
I could talk about the pop and the whack rap.
Or I could talk about some ounces in a backpack.
Talk about a fitted, talk about a snap back.
Something simple, or something real abstract.
About the war, talk about politics.
Or I could tell you how full my Louis wallet is.
I could talk about a few religions.
Or how to turn a Jew into a Christian.
I could talk about the shit that make you cry.
Or I could make it all up and just talk about lies.
[Chorus]
What type of music should I make? It generates love and it generates hate
What kind of topics should I stress? I can talk about the money and the girls and the sex.
Talk about life or talk about death. Living care free or I can talk about stress

We've got to fight just to find something to talk about
'Coz it ain't right that we've got nothing to say
I always thought I could run, now I'm under the gun
And I fight just to find something to say
It used to be we could walk around in silence
But you could see things were good
But now the pain of what ain't said well it's gone to my head
'Cause anyone can see things ain't good
'Cause I ain't saying there ain't no more love here
It's just that I fear something's wrong
Can't you see that I'm doing the best I can now
To figure out how we can get along
So we've got to fight just to find something to talk about
Well I ain't saying there ain't no more love here
It's just that I fear somethings wrong
Can't you see that I'm doing the best I can now
To figure out how we can get along
We've got to fight just to find something to talk about
'Cause it ain't right that we've got nothing to say
I always thought I could run now I'm under the gun
And I fight just to find something to say
Yeah, I always thought I could run
Now I'm under the gun

I'm all messed up
I walk these time zones
Never know where I am
Am I chasing a dream or a milestone
I try to live up to these
Who do they think I am
I got two ladies back at the house
And that's where I wish I was
But no use complaining
Got to keep it entertaining
And never let em' hear you fuss
So when I talk about the road
I talk about livin'
Talk about good times
Talk about givin'
All you got
Every night to the rhythm
Until it takes you back home
So when I talk about the road
I talk about livin'
Talk about good times
Talk about givin'
All you got
Every night to the rhythm
Until it takes you back home
Can't slow down
Even if I want to
Sorry if it sounds like a job
But I bet I wouldn't be this tired
If I worked a 9 to 5
There's been some good
And there's been some bad
In every choice I've chose
But no use complainin'
Gotta keep it entertainin'
Twenty more shows to go
So when I talk about the road
I talk about livin'
Talk about good times
Talk about givin'
All you got
Every night to the rhythm
Until it takes you back home
So when I talk about the road
I talk about livin'
Talk about good times
Talk about givin'
All you got
Every night to the rhythm
Until it takes you back home
Normalitys' no friend of mine
Sometimes reality can blow my mind
So I put on a smile just to pay the bills
And I tell em' to keep it real
So when I talk about the road
I talk about livin'
Talk about good times
Talk about givin'
All you got
Every night to the rhythm
Until it takes you back home
So when I talk about the road
I talk about livin'
Talk about good times
Talk about givin'
All you got
Every night to the rhythm

Like a constant cry of consonance
I'm a claustrophobic ah-i said when as comfortable as
Wool, warm and naked like dinners
Thank god you come and rescue me from my sentence
You're like a two step tongue on a flesh Dance floor
You're the eulogy i can't avoid anymore
That tumor in my side celebrating malignant
Surprise I'm moving in, i think I've grown on your parents
You wanna talk about all the feelings im feeling
I'm a passed out priest in an AA meeting
And they're checking my pulse trying to make a decision
I got the row back guys but nothings clouding my vision
You're like a off cabinet door in the middle of dinner
From the friendly registered sex offender
Ah clip and a mustache and a windowless van
Your telling me how much you changed
I'm trying "undercraans"
Ah ya you cant come in
I'm like your neighbors hands on your fathers throat
Will you go back inside see this is just for adults
So adult is what we'll beat em, domestic violence
Ending all each tumble down the stairs i refuse your puff painted dinner
Say I'm your best friend caught in a chain link fence
Now I'm a naked caught in the future tense
So jumping out of pain sending eat all flavors
God damn i love you too but I'm all out of favors
You want to talk about all the feelings I'm feeling
Like a chalkboard race, but i dont tally the meaning
Keep forgetting my pride, let a low long sleeve
My eyes they only know the words and even slow down sleeve
Hello, cant i help if i cant find my conscience
But when this involved and you talk so much
Why don't you show yourself out
How can you caught on something with such a drown
Alright!
ladi dadi da, ladi dadi da, ladi dadi da
You want to talk about all the feelings I'm feeling
You're a phone call home after eight long seasons
There's a mail order bride and a baby that's teething
Said the smog it hurts your eyes so on the next train you're leaving
I'm not certain its a smile but just a constant gravy
But you're dropping on the can, singing me without feelings
I said oh God damn it, your so mean
Said losing cause your crowded find a thing like this
But I've already lost them, i couldn't care less
So I guess my package just got worse so I'm just wishing I'm a vanilla vest