Rush Hour Lyrics by Mac Miller
I give a *** less and less every day (Okay)
The more you give a ***, I guess the less you make (Money)
Homie, we just out here tryna elevate (Skrrrrt)
Heaven is a crime scene, stay behind the yellow tape (Whoop whoop)
I started makin’ money in eleventh grade
Soon as I learned that the more you do, the less you wait (Uh-huh)
Got a bigger crib, always use the extra space
*** was so different in 2008 (Woo)
Growin’ pains (Growin’ pains), fill the open veins with Novocain
Relapse, I eat that, I don’t complain
I’m just ramblin’
You want war? It’s N64, Blitz Champion (Sucker)
Out of space channelin’, brain-damagin’
Heavy rain, game cancelin’, proud to be American (Da-da-da-da)
Yeah, they tell me, “Get yourself straight (Woo)
How much more money can you make?” (Okay, okay, okay)
I’m just tryna grow up old and rich (Old and rich)
Maybe get married to a local *** (Local ***)
I be, I be, I be, I be over *** (Over ***)
The world don’t give a *** about your loneliness (No way)
I’m just tryna grow up old and rich (Old and rich)
The world don’t give a *** about your loneliness (Okay)
I be, I be, I be, I be over *** (Over ***)
The world don’t give a *** about your loneliness (Okay)
I’m a deranged *** (Woo), took too many uppers (Woo)
Now it’s rush hour, Jackie Chan, Chris Tucker, yeah (Fifty million dollars)
I stuck around the past six summers (Woo)
Karma is a *** and that *** don’t love ya, yeah
We was in the attic, you could smell the ***
*** gettin’ naked, we was sellin’ E, argh
*** kissin’ *** just like Ellen D (Ellen D)
In the kitchen whippin’ biscuits, givin’ generously (Thank you)
I thank the Lord I made it out, no STD (Word)
Lost a few too many brain cells, I’m special needs
Yeah, they tell me, “Get yourself straight (Straight)
How much more money can you make?”
I’m just tryna grow up old and rich (Old and rich)
Maybe get married to a local *** (A local ***)
I be, I be, I be, I be over *** (Over ***)
The world don’t give a *** about your loneliness (No way, no way, no way, no way, no way)
I’m just tryna grow up old and rich (Old and rich)
The world don’t give a *** about your loneliness
I be, I be, I be, I be over *** (Over ***)
The world don’t give a *** about your loneliness (Okay)
Ladies and gentlemen in attendance, good mornin’
It’s the Babyface Don Dada checkin’ in
And I want you to know
It ain’t about complainin’, it’s about maintainin’
Y’know I’m talkin’ about?
Don’t ever become content
Because you will repent
Ya feel that? Go get it
That’s your life, go live it
Pass me my Hennessy and my Grand Marnier
If you will