Mac Miller - It Just Doesn't Matter lyrics

They've got the best equipment that
Money can buy hell
Every team they're sending over
Here has their own
Personal masseuse not masseur, masseuse but
It doesn't matter! Do
You know that every mohawk
Competitor has electrocardiogram
Blood and urine
Tests, every forty-eight hours to see
If there's any change in
His physical condition? Do you
Know that they use
The most sophisticated training methods
From the Soviet Union, east
And West Germany and the
Newest Olympic power
Trinidad & Tobago? But it
Doesn't matter! It just
Doesn't matter! It just doesn't
Matter! I tell
You it just doesn't matter! It
Just doesn't matter! It
Just doesn't matter! It just
Doesn't matter! It just
Doesn't matter! It just doesn't
Matter! It just doesn't
Matter! Even if we win if we win
Ha! Even if we win! Even if
We play so far over
Our heads that our noses bleed for
A week to ten days
Even if God in Heaven above comes
Down and points his hand
At our side of the field
Even if every man, woman, and
Child held hands together and prayed
For us to win, it just wouldn't matter!

Yeah yeah
Um, um jumpin' out the Camino
Just left the gas station
Smell like Hot Cheetos
Recordin' soft-core on her Tivo
Ma, the meatloaf!
Re-smoke, got a vegan bitch in the Peace Corp
All she ever do is ask me what I eat meat for
Hold up, pause always over the quota
Boss, wake up in polo, sleep in Lacoste
Travel across the world
But that didn't phase me
Couple people that I know that
Happen to play me once they start to realize
That I'm actually crazy
Shit, I'm actually crazy um, and
Q's phone gettin' blown up by Lyor Cohen
Christian Dior, nothin' I'm ownin'
Go to Hawaii, fuck with Samoans
Get faded and sleep in the oceans
Keep it in motion i'm rollin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm rollin'
Keep it in motion i'm rollin', yeah
And your bitch wearin' elbow pads
Sell her pussy over Melrose Ave
I've been to hell and back tryna
Get attached to my better half
Never that, the smile's so gone
So bring the coke on
I'm higher than Voltron
With a bunch of gold on
Caucasians still love me like my
Name was Michael Bolton hold on
Do you fuckin' dirty like the soap gone
Froze on, it's bone chillin'
Colder than the Pope's secrets
Older than Capone's demons
Comin' from a place where there was no Jesus
Walkin' bo hemoth, I increase the feces
'Cause shit real
Fly into your windshield and get killed
Buggin' out, had it all, I'm nothin' now
I just gave it away
Fuck a label, Cain and Abel
Put a name to a face um, yeah
I bust your speakers with some bullshit rap
I'm on drugs, all my new shit wack
Remember that i ain't shit but a fraud
But everyone I know ain't nothin' to a god
But everyone I know ain't nothin' to God