Mac Miller - Rush Hour lyrics

I give a f** less and less everyday The more you give a f**, 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 sh** 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 (s**er) 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 b**h I be, I be, I be, I be over sh** The world don't give a f** about your loneliness I'm just tryna grow up old and rich The world don't give a f** about your loneliness I be, I be, I be, I be over sh** The world don't give a f** about your loneliness I'm a deranged motherf**er, took too many uppers Now it's Rush Hour, Jackie Chan, Chris Tucker I stuck around the past six summers Karma is a b**h and that b**h don't love ya We was in the attic you could smell the weed b**hes getting naked, we was selling E b**hes kissing b**hes 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 b**h I be, I be, I be, I be over sh** The world don't give a f** about your loneliness I'm just tryna grow up old and rich The world don't give a f** about your loneliness I be, I be, I be, I be over sh** The world don't give a f** about your loneliness