Mac Miller
Rush Hour lyrics
- Language
- English
- Level
- Intermediate
- Released
- 2015
- Genre
- Pop
- Length
- 3:22
I give a fuck less and less every day
The more you give a fuck, I guess the less you make
Homie, we just out here tryna elevate
Heaven is a crime scene, stay behind the yellow tape
I started makin' 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
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
Out of space channelin', brain-damagin'
Heavy rain, game cancelin'
Proud to be American
Yeah, 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, yeah (Fifty million dollars)
I stuck around the past six summers
Karma is a bitch and that bitch don't love ya, yeah
We was in the attic, you could smell the weed
Bitches gettin' naked, we was sellin' E
Bitches kissin' bitches just like Ellen D
In the kitchen whippin' biscuits, givin' generously
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
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 (No way, no way, no way, no way, no way)
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
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
Ya feel that? Go get it
That's your life, go live it
Pass me my Hennessy and my Grand Marnier
If you will
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Key vocabulary
- million
- 1,000,000A1
- money
- coins and banknotesA1
- much
- a large amountA1
- open
- not closed; startA1
- rain
- water drops fallingA1
- word
- single spoken unitA1
- yellow
- bright color like lemonsA1
- fuck
- strong swear word
- bitch
- insulting term
- ladies
- womenA2
About this song
Mac Miller was an American rapper and singer from Pittsburgh whose genre-spanning hip-hop combined party-starting beginnings with introspective, often jazzy and philosophical songwriting. He first broke through with the mainstream success of Blue Slide Park and later became a self-produced auteur credited under the name Larry Fisherman, known for candid material that culminated in his final album Swimming.