Stoned
کاور آهنگ Stoned از Mac Miller

Stoned

Balloonerism۱۴۰۳۴:۰۳

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Yeah, yeah

Breaks down the pain

Yeah

She breaks down the pain, she rolls up the weed

She far from a saint, she's all that I need

She lost in her thoughts, so hardly she speaks

Her mind's always dirty and her soul's never free (whoa, whoa, whoa)

She never been a groupie (no way)

She just in love with the music

She watch depressin' movies (always)

Somethin' from the '30s or the '40s

About a dependent housewife (whoa, whoa, whoa)

She makes up her bed like she makes up her stories

Awake through the night, then she high from the mornin'

I wish she could feel me, she never felt nothin'

Knock on her door, she let me come in (whoa, whoa, whoa)

I wish she would learn to laugh

Isolation, she lockin' the bathroom door

Baby, let's get stoned

Put on a record, can I play you one more song?

We can get stoned

I swear to God, Heaven feels just like home

Let's go home (yeah)

And the water, it's shallow like the lies that she tells

Can't run from your shadow, can't hide from yourself

She hates that she cries when she's all by herself

And she's always all by herself (whoa, whoa)

She hardly talks in conversation (no way)

But, but when she do

All her words get lost in translation (always)

No, she can't move (whoa, whoa, whoa)

'Cause she paralyzed from fear that she fantasize

The doctor tried to analyze

They cannot find anythin' that's wrong with her

Her parents never got along with her

I had to make this song for her (whoa, whoa, whoa)

I wish she would learn to laugh

Isolation, she lockin' the bathroom door

Baby, let's get stoned

Put on a record, can I play you one more song?

We can get stoned

I swear to God, Heaven feels just like home

Let's go home (ooh)

Baby, let's get stoned

Put on a record, can I play you one more song?

We can get stoned

I swear to God, Heaven feels just like home

Let's go home (ooh)

I wish she would learn to laugh

Isolation, she lockin' the bathroom door

Baby, let's get stoned

Put on a record, can I play you one more song? (Ooh)

We can get stoned

I swear to God, Heaven feels just like home

Let's go home (ooh)