Mac Miller - Go Places

{Intro: Njomza}
Don’t tell me that you don’t like me anymore, anymore
The time I’ve waited for you, all for you
(?)
Take me to that special place, where you left me, where you left me alone

{Verse 1: Mac Miller}
Yeah, we’re inside confusion (It’s what the brain do)
Trapped inside delusion(I should thank you)
Ask you how you doing (You said faithful)
And nothing can change her mind
(?) on a human (And it’s painful)
I just think its soothing to be next to an angel
Back before the (?) look how (?)
Who do you trust when you live in a lie?

{Chorus}
No one but yourself I tell you
Don’t you know you’ve blessed the devil?
Tightening to another level
(?)
You trying to go places
You want to go places

{Verse 2: Mac Miller}
She hate me in the morning, love me by the evening
Eyes full of tears, (?)
Tell me that I ain’t shit, (?)
Baby be patient, imma keep you waiting
I could use a prayer, say it on my downtime
No one’s going to care, if you’re making love outside
Stop, wait a minute
Stop, wait a minute
She like The Rolling Stones, I’m a fan of The Beatles
She always want to paint, so I copped that bitch an easel
Every single woman, they don’t want to be equal
Hate me in her mind, all relationships cerebral
You know who I am, I’m a man of the people
Every single angel, wants a chance to be evil
And they take it, wait a minute
She gon’ take it, wait a minute

{Chorus: Mac Miller}
No one but yourself I tell you
Don’t you know you’ve blessed the devil?
Tightening to another level
(?)
You trying to go places (But aren’t we all?)
You want to go places (But aren’t we all trying to-)

{Verse 3: Mac Miller}
Yeah, we going places
Lies of open cases
I know I don’t explain it, but I speak a coded language
Other words, I don’t say shit, but at least to you
I just pay your bills, and nothing but your vehicle
But I could take you places, and I could show you things
We gon’ meet the president, and you gon’ know the king
Told Jerry he should hold the ring
Yeah, it’s fictional, fantasy
My bitch always panicking
Always try planning things
She roll her eyes when I’m rambling
Mind scrambling, divine channeling
A bunch of problems I’m handling

{Outro: Mac Miller}
You want to go places, but don’t we all, but don’t we all
You want to go places, but don’t we all, but don’t we all
But don’t we all, but don’t we all, but don’t we all
But don’t we all, but don’t we all, but don’t we all
But don’t we all, but don’t we all, but don’t we all
But don’t we all, but don’t we all, but don’t we all
But don’t we all, but don’t we all, but don’t we all