Colors and Shapes - Mac Miller

If it were colors and shapes we imagine every

Instead of all of this weight that we have to carry

Would you be able to breathe?

And if you could just find where that comfort resides

No distraction or movement that fucks with your mind

Would you let them see?

While beneath the ocean I met with the captain

Who sank to the floor on his ship

All of his passengers escaped to safety

But he was not done with his trip

He looked up and smiled, asked me «how do you do?»

I told him I’m losing my grip

He told me «son, if you want to hold onto yourself

Then let yourself slip»

Fall

Ooh

Fall

Oh

Fall

Oh, it feels good to fall

These puzzles are so hard to make into pictures

Of something that’ll they understand

They could open their eyes, still be blind to the beauty

But march on the heart of this land

Oh oh, why don’t you turn around and go home?

They invade your minds and then fill them with nonsense

These things that a man doesn’t need

Take out the love and the passion and hope

And they fill it with nothing but greed

While floating to galaxies they said I could

And I noticed how sad one can get

Cause the ignorant mind is so peaceful I find

I can’t understand nothing no more

If I jump let me fall

If I jump let me fall