Rush Hour – Mac Miller

[Mac Miller:]
Woo!
Okay, woo!
Yeah (Okay)
Yeah

I give a fuck less and less every day (Okay)
The more you give a fuck, I guess the less you make (Money)
Homie we just out here tryna elevate (Skrrrrt)
Heaven is a crime scene, stay behind the yellow tape (Whoop whoop)
I started makin’ money in eleventh grade
Soon as I learned that the more you do, the less you wait (Uh-huh)
Got a bigger crib, always use the extra space
Shit was so different in 2008 (Woo)
Growin’ pains, fill the open veins with Novocain
Relapse, I eat that, I don’t complain
I’m just ramblin’
You want war? It’s N64, Blitz Champion (Sucker!)
Out of space channelin’, brain-damagin’
Heavy rain, game cancelin’, proud to be American, yeah

They tell me, “Get yourself straight (Woo)
How much more money can you make?” (Okay, okay, okay)

I’m just tryna grow up old and rich (Old and rich)
Maybe get married to a local bitch (Local bitch)
I be, I be, I be, I be over shit (Over shit)
The world don’t give a fuck about your loneliness (No way)
I’m just tryna grow up old and rich (Old and rich)
The world don’t give a fuck about your loneliness (Okay)
I be, I be, I be, I be over shit (Over shit)
The world don’t give a fuck about your loneliness (Okay)

I’m a deranged motherfucker (Woo), took too many uppers (Woo)
Now it’s rush hour, Jackie Chan, Chris Tucker, yeah (50 million dollars!)
I stuck around the past six summers (Woo)
Karma is a bitch and that bitch don’t love ya, yeah
We was in the attic, you could smell the weed
Bitches gettin’ naked, we was selling E
Bitches kissin’ bitches just like Ellen D (Ellen D)
In the kitchen whippin’ biscuits, givin’ generously (Thank you)
I thank the Lord I made it out, no STD (Word)
Lost a few too many brain cells, I’m special needs, yeah

They tell me, “Get yourself straight (Straight)
How much more money can you make?”

I’m just tryna grow up old and rich (Old and rich)
Maybe get married to a local bitch (A local bitch)
I be, I be, I be, I be over shit (Over shit)
The world don’t give a fuck about your loneliness (No way, no way, no way, no way, no way)
I’m just tryna grow up old and rich (Old and rich)
The world don’t give a fuck about your loneliness
I be, I be, I be, I be over shit (Over shit)
The world don’t give a fuck about your loneliness (Okay)

[Vinny Radio:]
Ladies and gentlemen in attendance, good morning
It’s the BabyFace Don Dada checking in
And I want you to know
It ain’t about complaining, it’s about maintaining
Y’know I’m talking about?
Don’t ever become content because you will repent
Ya feel that? Go get it
That’s your life, go live it
Pass me my Hennessy and my Grand Marnier
If you will