Mac Miller Rush Hour Lyrics

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I give a **** less and less everyday
The more you give a ****, 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
**** 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, this N64 Blitz champion (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 *****
I be, I be, I be, I be over ****
The world don't give a **** about your loneliness
I'm just tryna grow up old and rich
The world don't give a **** about your loneliness
I be, I be, I be, I be over ****
The world don't give a **** about your loneliness

I'm a deranged ************, took too many uppers
Now it's Rush Hour, Jackie Chan, Chris Tucker
I stuck around the past six summers
Karma is a ***** and that ***** don't love ya
We was in the attic you could smell the weed
*****es getting naked, we was selling E
*****es kissing *****es 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 *****
I be, I be, I be, I be over ****
The world don't give a **** about your loneliness
I'm just tryna grow up old and rich
The world don't give a **** about your loneliness
I be, I be, I be, I be over ****
The world don't give a **** 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
You know what I'm talking about
Don't ever become content, because you will repent
You feel that, go get it
That's your life, go live it
Pass me Hennessy and my Grand Marnier
If you will

Written by: Malcolm James Mccormick
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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