Mac Miller

Mac Miller - It Just Doen't Matter lyrics

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(Intro: Meatballs)

They've got the best equipment that money can buy. Hell, every team they're sending out here

Has their own personal masseuse, not masseur, masseuse!

But, it doesn't matter, did you know that every mohawk competitor

Has electrocardiogram, blood and urine tests

Every forty eight hours to see if there's any change in his physical condition?

Did you know they use the most

Sophisticated training methods from the Soviet Union

In East and West Germany and the newest Olympic power

Trinidad and Tobago

But it doesn't matter, it just doesn't matter

It just doesn't matter, I tell you it just doesn't matter

It just doesn't matter, it just doesn't matter

It just doesn't matter! Even if we win, if we win ha

Even if we win, even if we play so far over our heads

That our noses bleed for a week to ten days

Even if God from Heaven above points his hand

At our side of the field, and even if every man,

Woman and child prayed for us to win, it just wouldn't matter!


I'm Jumping out the Camino

Stepped out the gas station smelling like hot Cheeto's

Recording soft-core on her Tivo, modern meatloaf

Re-smoke, got a vegan bitch in the Peace Corp

All she ever do is ask me what I eat meat for

Hold up! Pause!

Always up with the quota, boss

Wake up in polo, sleep in Lacoste

Travel across the world, but that didn't phase me

Couple people that I know, they happen to play me

Once they start to realize that I'm actually crazy

Shit I'm actually crazy! Um... and...

Choo's phone gettin blown up by Lyor Cohen

Christian Dior, nothing I'm on it

Go to Hawaii fuck with Samoans

Get faded and sleep in the oceans, keep it in motion

I'm rolling, yeah, yeah, I'm rollin', keep it in motion

I'm rolling, yea, yea, I'm rolling

And your bitch wearing elbow pads

Sell her pussy over Melrose Ave.

I've been to hell and back trying to get attached to my better half

Never that, the smiles so gone, so bring the coke on 'em

Higher than Voltron, with a bunch of gold on

Caucasians still love me like my name was Michael Bolton, hold on!

Do you fuckin' dirty like the soap gone

Froze on, it's bone chilling, colder than the Pope's secrets

Older than Capone's demons, coming from a place where there was no Jesus

Walking behemoth, I increase the Feces

Cause shit real, fly into your windshield and get killed

Buggin' out, had it all - I'm nothing now

I just gave it away

Fucking label can't able put a name to a face

I bust your speakers with some bullshit rap

I'm on drugs, all my new shit wack

Remember that

I ain't shit but a fraud

But everyone I know ain't nothing to a God (x2)


It kills you, it feeds off the Earth

A night like this, one of us could

Get up in the middle of the night

Grab an axe and cut somebody's head off

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