Yeah, nine times out of ten I get it wrong
That’s why I wrote this song, tell myself to hold on
I can feel my fingers slippin’
In a motherfuckin’ instant, I’ll be gone
Do you want it all if it’s all mediocre?
Starin’ at the wall and the wall full of posters
Lookin’ at my dreams, who I wanna be?
I guess you gotta see it to believe
Ooh, I been a fool but it’s cool, that’s what human beings do
Keep your eyes to the sky, never glued to your shoes
Guess there was a time when my mind was consumed
But the sun comin’ out now, clouds start to move
Don’t tell me nothin’ but the truth
I’m tired, I don’t got a spare second
Win or lose, win or lose
I don’t keep count, nobody checkin’
Mac Miller – Small Worlds