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Thoughts From A Balcony (Hook) (The Mac) is a english song released in 2012. (P) 2012 New EmPire Entertainment FAQs for Thoughts From A Balcony (Hook) (The Mac) When was Thoughts From A Balcony (Hook) (The Mac) released?

Writer(s): Jonathan King, LAURENCE IVAN R PIKE, ADRIAN JOHN LIM-KLUMPES, DAVID BOWMAN, Malcolm James McCormick, NÃ©al Francis Sutherland, Richard Anthony David PikeLyrics powered by 30s

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Uh, lemme get a one-way ticket, haven't picked a destination I'm just tryna catch the train before it has to leave the station Packin' no bags, nothin' but the clothes on my back With a Cognac, let me sip it, tryna to relax Red wine up in my glass plus Filet Mignon I got army right up under me, I'm Genghis Khan Yeah, it's me against the world, I guess I'll take them on I might stop and see my girl, but I ain't stayin' long What if I'm gone, what the fuck you gon' think then? I told my story, put my life inside this ink pen Said I'll make it big when, everybody know me Well, I made it big and, everybody phony Haha, so could you pour me, I need a cup No, none of that liquor, mixin' purple stuff I could talk my pain, but would it hurt too much Go head, judge me, hate cost money, but this love free They just dreams, turn 'em to reality Double-cup of lean, standin' on my balcony Looking at the sky, thinkin' it could all be mine All we got is memories, so what the fuck is time? They just dreams, turn 'em to reality Double-cup of lean, standin' on my balcony Looking at the street, thinkin' it could all be mine All we got is memories, so what the fuck is time? So what the fuck is time? Ask 'em, what the fuck is time? So what the fuck is time? Ask 'em, what the fuck is time? What do you do when you think you could be an icon? Because all these people get to screamin' with the lights on Like they just seen a ghost, earn my stripes, zebra coat Racin' to the gate but my flight gone Now these writers taking shots without a Nikon But I don't fight though, figure it's a typo Seems we in some shit now, gonna be alright though Potion in my sprite, then my night slows, down, down See, that's exactly what I need My khaki's filled with cheese, my homie Sap is on the beat Like it was 'Donald Trump', a fucking hit but I call it love They throw it on when I'm walking in the club Hey, this the Burgh shit, I don't deserve this Well, I don't think you lookin' for me on the surface Learn quick, now I'm big time Fill your cup up, and I'mma sip mine They just dreams, turn 'em to reality Double-cup of lean, standin' on my balcony Looking at the sky, thinkin' it could all be mine All we got is memories, so what the fuck is time? They just dreams, turn 'em to reality Double-cup of lean, standin' on my balcony Looking at the street, thinkin' it could all be mine All we got is memories, so what the fuck is time? So what the fuck is time? Ask 'em, what the fuck is time? So what the fuck is time? Ask 'em, what the fuck is time?