Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rush Hour, artist - Mac Miller. Album song GO:OD AM, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Rush Hour |
| 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, send N64 Blitz champions (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 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?» |
| 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 |