Rush Hour Lyrics - Go: Od Am - 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, 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?" 

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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?" 

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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