Mac Miller - It Just Doesn't Matter Lyrics
[Intro:]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 48 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 & 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 10 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![Verse 1]I'm Jumping out the CaminoStepped out the gas station smelling like hot cheeto'sRecording soft-core on her Tivo, modern meatloafRe-smoke, got a vegan ***** in the Peace CorpAll she ever do is ask me what I eat meat forHold up! Pause!Always up with the quota, bossWake up in polo, sleep in LacosteTravel across the world, but that didn't phase meCouple people that I know, they happen to play meOnce they start to realize that I'm actually crazyShit I'm actually crazy! Um... and...Choo's phone gettin blown up by Lyor CohenChristian Dior, nothing I'm on itGo to Hawaii ***** with SamoansGet faded and sleep in the oceansKeep it in motionI'm rolling, yea, yea, I'm rollingKeep it in motionI'm rolling, yea, yea, I'm rollingAnd your ***** wearing elbow padsSell her ***** over Melrose AveI've been to hell and back trying to get attached to my better halfNever that, the smiles so gone, so bring the coke on 'emHigher than Voltron, with a bunch of gold onCaucasians still love me like my name was Michael BoltonHold onDo you *****in' dirty like the soap goneFroze on, it's bone chilling - colder than the Pope's secretsOlder than Capone's demons, coming from a place where there was no JesusWalking behemoth, I increase the FecesCause shit real, fly into your windshield and get killedBuggin' out, had it all - I'm nothing nowI just gave it away*****ing label can't able put a name to a faceUm, yeaI bust your speakers with some bullshit rapI'm on drugs, all my new shit wackRemember thatI ain't shit but a fraudBut everyone I know ain't nothing to a God (x2)[Outro:]It kills you, it feeds off the EarthA night like this, one of us could get up in the middle of the night Grab an axe and cut somebody's head off
