Mac Miller - Floating Lyrics
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Floating
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What Are The Lyrics For Floating By Mac Miller?
La-da-da, da, da-da-da
Yeah, there's a room somewhere up above the street And once you get there, you don't ever wanna leave no-no-no, no Feelin' good, feelin' free When I can finally get away, when I can finally get away I need to see it with my own eyes Hope it remembers that it knows my face I'll come and see you if you don't mind When I can finally get away, when I can finally get away Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, get away Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, get away Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Well, there's a place way above the clouds Yeah, somewhere in between later and right now, right now (right now, right now, right now) And you don't have to be scared, no, I'll be there When I can finally get away, when I can finally get away Soarin' uncontrollably Gravity ain't holdin' me down Maybe I, I'll fly to your front door some time When I can finally get away, when I can finally get away (get away, get away, get away) Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, get away Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Get away, get away, get away Get away, get away, get away Get away, get away, get away Get away, get away Get away Get away Get away Get away Get away Get away |
Who Wrote Floating By Mac Miller?
Alexander Spit, Malcolm James Mccormick
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What's The Duration Of The Floating By Mac Miller?The duration of Floating is 4:14 minutes and seconds. |
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