Mac Miller — It Just Doesnt Matter

[Intro: Bill Murray] 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! [Verse] 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 [Outro]