- Mac Miller It Just Doesn’t Matter 歌詞
- Mac Miller
- Theyve got the best equipment that money can buy
Hell, every team theyre sending over here has their own personal masseuse
Not masseur, masseuse
But, it doesnt matter!
Do you know that every Mohawk competitor has electrocardiogram
Blood and urine tests, every 48 hours, to see if theres any change in his physical condition?
Do you know that they use the most sophisticated training methods from the Soviet Union
East and West Germany, and the newest Olympic power, Trinidad & Tobago?
But it doesnt matter! It just doesnt matter!
It just doesnt matter! I tell you, it just doesnt matter!
It just doesnt matter! It just doesnt matter!
It just doesnt matter! It just doesnt matter!
It just doesnt matter! It just doesnt 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 in Heaven above comes down and points his hand at our side of the field
Even if every man , woman, and child held hands together and prayed for us to win
It just wouldnt matter!
Yeah, yeah
Um, um (um)
Jumping out the Camino, just left the gas station , smell like Hot Cheetos (Hot Cheetos)
Recording soft-core on her Tivo, ma, the 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 over the quota
Boss, wake up in Polo, sleep in Lacoste
Travel across the world, but that didnt phase me
Couple people that I know that happen to play me
Once they start to realize that Im actually crazy
Shit, Im actually crazy
Um, and Qs phone gettin blown up by Lyor Cohen, Christian Dior, nothing Im owning
Go to Hawaii, fuck with Samoans, get faded and sleep in the oceans
Keep it in motion
Im rolling, yeah, yeah, yeah, Im rolling
Keep it in motion, Im rolling, yeah
And your bitch wearing elbow pads, sell her pussy over Melrose Ave
Ive been to hell and back trying to get attached to my better half
Never that, the smiles so gone, so bring the coke on
Im higher than Vol tron, 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, its bone chilling, colder than the Popes secrets
Older than Capones 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, Im nothing now
I just gave it away, fuck a label, Cain and Abel, put a name to a face
Uhm, yeah
I bust your speakers with some bullshit rap
Im on drugs, all my new shit wack, remember that
I aint shit but a fraud (but everyone I know aint nothing to God)
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But everyone I know aint nothing to God
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