The Star Room / Killin' Time
Mac Miller Lyrics

Hallelujah, thank god I have a future
Grateful for the opportunity to have a future

Prayin' I don't waste it gettin' faded
Hoping not to waste time on getting drunk and high

Cause I'm smoking, till I'm coughin' up tar
Smoking a lot of cigarettes and feeling the negative health effects

Through the surge, energy curve like a lumbar
Experiencing a rush of energy and feeling it in the lower back

I don't act hard, still read babar
Not trying to be tough, still enjoy reading children's books

Trippin' out, lookin' at a bunch of google map stars, shit
Feeling trippy while looking at stars on Google Maps

They got a app for that
Reflecting on how everything seems to have an app these days

But me, I'm still trapped inside my head I kinda feel like its a purgatory
Feeling stuck in his own thoughts and emotions, likening it to purgatory

So polite and white, but I got family who would murder for me
Appearing polite and innocent on the outside, but having family who would do anything for him

Think I'm living paradise, what would I have to worry 'bout?
Appearing to have everything, wondering what he has to worry about

Dealing with these demons, feel the pressure, find the perfect style
Struggling with inner demons and external pressure, trying to find his own unique style

Making sure my mom and dad are still somewhat in love
Caring about his parents' relationship and wanting them to stay together

All these backfires of my experiments with drugs
Experiencing negative consequences from experimenting with drugs

I experience the touch of my epiphany in color form
Having a profound realization and feeling it in vivid colors

The difference between love and war inform me I'm above the norm
Realizing the difference between love and conflict, feeling different from the norm

But, give me anybody though, I'll gladly chew his face off, them bath salts
Jokingly saying he'd be willing to do crazy things like eat someone's face if under the influence of bath salts

Rhymin like it's summertime on asphalt, hot
Comparing his rapping to the heat of summertime on asphalt

Haven't picked a major label think I'm black balled
Not signing to a major music label, wondering if he's being excluded from the industry

I still don't got the heart to pick my phone up when my dad calls
Avoiding his father's calls because of his own inner struggles

Will he recognize his son when he hears my voice?
Worrying if his father can tell that he's struggling from his voice over the phone

I put this music against my life, I think I fear the choice
Comparing his music to his own life, fearing the consequences of his choices

And I don't know what I'm running from, but I'm running still
Feeling like he's running from something but not knowing what it is

I conversate with acquaintances, but it's nothing real
Talking to people he knows, but not feeling any real connection

I'm from a city that you hear and think a bunch of steel
Coming from a city known for its industrial nature

So a hundred mills wouldn't make me sign a fucking deal
Valuing his independence and not signing with a music label for any amount of money

Money kills, that's the truth, it's called the root of evil
Believing that money can be dangerous and the root of many problems

But I want that rolls royce that the homie lennon drove
Desiring material possessions like the Rolls Royce car John Lennon owned

So, if you ain't talkin' bout some money I'mma send you home
Not interested in talking to people who don't have something to offer financially

Unconventional, special but unprofessional
Having a unique approach to music, but not necessarily adhering to professional norms

Adolescent expression that's lettin me meet these centerfolds
Using his youthful expression through music to attract attractive women

As troubles fill my mind capacity I let them go
Having a lot of problems, but trying to let them go for the sake of his mental health

If I was johnny depp in blow, I would let it snow
Referencing the movie Blow and fantasizing about living a lavish and drug-fueled lifestyle

That's just me all wylin out and being extra though
Just being himself, being wild and going above and beyond

And, if god was a human it'd be yours truly
Feeling godlike or powerful

Watching horror movies with some foreign groupies
Relaxing with foreign women while watching scary movies

Thinking this decor suits me
Enjoying the aesthetic of his surroundings

I do drugs to get more loopy I'm in tune
Taking drugs to enhance his creative process and feel more inspired

To ancient jujitsu spirituals it's blissful
Finding peace and happiness in ancient martial arts spiritual practices

Looking out as far as eyes can see
Taking in the expansive view

I'm glad that me and this elevation could finally meet
Enjoying the feeling of being at a high elevation

I think I'm jfk's final speech
Feeling like he's delivering an important message, like JFK's final speech

They try assassinating all of my beliefs
Having his beliefs challenged and criticized constantly

But I'm asleep so whisper to me for some peace of mind
Feeling like he's in a state of vulnerability and wanting comfort

And he be high some weed to grind on top a jesus shrine
Humorously suggesting someone smoking weed while grinding pepper on top of a Jesus statue

Twenty thousand on my watch because I needed time
Spending a lot of money on a watch to signify the importance of time

If y'all would leave me the fuck alone, that'd be divine
Wishing people would stop bothering him and give him space

Can't decide if you like all the fame
Feeling conflicted about fame and its effect on his life

Three years ago to now it's just not the same
Feeling like a lot has changed in three years

I'm looking out the window ashing on the pane I wonder if I lost my way
Feeling lost and unsure of his direction in life

Don't you ever wanna hide away
Feeling like hiding away from the world and its problems

Poseidon triumph in the eyes of rain
Making a reference to Greek mythology and the god of the sea

Won't give a fuck about tomorrow if I die today
Not worrying about the future, living in the present moment

I'll greet the devil with a smilin' face
Being unafraid of what comes after death

Shit, that god fellow may reside in space
Pondering the nature of god and where he might be located

As, time's a wasting I'm freebasing with freemasons
Being reckless with his time and doing drugs with an exclusive society like the Freemasons

My girl's switchin' the locks, the keys keep changin'
Having relationship problems with his girlfriend and feeling unable to keep up with the changes

Dreamin' of places my own personal creations
Imagining and creating his own personal dreamworld

If death a party in heaven, I plan to leave wasted
Believing in an afterlife and wanting to have a good time in it

Retracin' my steps way back to biblical times
Thinking back to ancient times and history

We-we all gon' end up meetin' at the finishin' line
Reflecting on the inevitability of death and how everyone will eventually meet it