Rush Hour - Mac Miller

I give a fuck less and less everyday

The more you give a fuck, I guess the less you make (Money)

Homie we just out here tryna elevate

Heaven is a crime scene, stand behind the yellow tape

I started making money in eleventh grade

Soon as I learned that the more you do, the less you wait

Got a bigger crib, always use the extra space

Shit was so different in 2008

Growing pains, fill the open veins with Novocain

Relapse, I eat that, I don’t complain

I’m just rambling

You want war, send N64 Blitz champions (Sucker)

Out of space channeling, brain damaging

Heavy rain game cancelling, proud to be American

They tell me «Get yourself straight

How much more money can you make?»

I’m just tryna grow up old and rich

Maybe get married to a local bitch

I be, I be, I be, I be over shit

The world don’t give a fuck about your loneliness

I’m just tryna grow up old and rich

The world don’t give a fuck about your loneliness

I be, I be, I be, I be over shit

The world don’t give a fuck about your loneliness

I’m a deranged motherfucker, took too many uppers

Now it’s rush hour, Jackie Chan, Chris Tucker

I stuck around for the past six summers

Karma is a bitch and that bitch don’t love ya

We was in the attic you could smell the weed

Bitches getting naked, we was selling E

Bitches kissing bitches just like Ellen D

In the kitchen whipping biscuits, giving generously

I thank the lord I made it out, no STD

Lost a few too many brain cells, I’m special needs

They tell me «Get yourself straight

How much more money can you make?»

I’m just tryna grow up old and rich

Maybe get married to a local bitch

I be, I be, I be over shit

The world don’t give a fuck about your loneliness

I’m just tryna grow up old and rich

The world don’t give a fuck about your loneliness

I be, I be, I be over shit

The world don’t give a fuck about your loneliness

Ladies and gentlemen in attendance, good morning

It’s the baby face Don Dada checking in

And I want you to know

It ain’t about complaining, it’s about maintaining

Know what I’m talking about

Don’t ever become content because you will repent

Feel that, go get it

That’s your life, go live it

Pass me my Hennessy and my Grand Marnier

If you will