It Just Doesn’t Matter Songtext
von Mac Miller

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 48 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 (um)

Jumping out the Camino, just left the gas station, smell like Hot Cheetos (Hot Cheetos)
Recording 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, nothing I′m owning
Go to Hawaii, fuck with Samoans, get faded and sleep in the oceans
Keep it in motion
I'm rolling, yeah, yeah, yeah, I′m rolling
Keep it in motion, I'm rolling, yeah

And your bitch wearing elbow pads, sell her pussy over Melrose Ave
I've been to hell and back trying to get attached to my better half
Never that, the smiles so gone, so bring the coke on


I′m higher than Vol tron, 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 chilling, colder than the Pope′s secrets

Older than Capone's demons, coming from a place where there was no Jesus
Walking behemoth, I increase the Feces
′Cause shit real, fly into your windshield and get killed buggin' out, had it all, I′m nothing now
I just gave it away, fuck a label, Cain and Abel, put a name to a face
Uhm, 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 nothing to God)

But everyone I know ain′t nothing to God