Текст Mac Miller – What Made Me This Way

Turn it up a little bit yeah
First song recorded, in a hotel studio
It got me feeling like I made it and shit, haha

She tells me that she don’t know who I am

‘Cause everything better when you make a little bread (Bread)
Countin’ my cash, keep the numbers in my head (Head)
Kingsize bed in my hotel suite (Suite)
I know I got money every time I go to sleep (Sleep)
But, what made me this way?
I used to be regular now I’m insane
I used to cry, now I don’t feel pain
Hey, what made me this way?

I see you, I see you, I see you
They watch me as I figure all this out
When they comin’ in I tried my best to keep a count
But there’s no doubt
That made me this way
And they try
But never will they know the work I do
On my grind all night the moon lights up the room
The dream come true
What made me this way?

‘Cause everything better when you make a little bread (Bread)

Countin’ my money, couple thousand every night
Thinkin’ to myself «This can’t be life»
Everything I’m seein’ this can’t be right
They must’ve poured a little lean in my Sprite
That’s alright, that’s okay
Fuck tomorrow, we here today
Hey, shit don’t change
What the fuck made me this way?

‘Cause everything better when you make a little bread (Bread)
Countin’ my cash, keep the numbers in my head (Head)
Kingsize bed in my hotel suite (Suite)
I know I got money every time I go to sleep (Sleep)
But, what made me this way?
I used to be regular now I’m insane
I used to cry, now I don’t feel pain
Hey, what made me this way?