It Just Doesn't Matter

[Intro: Bill Murray & 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 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

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]

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 faze 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

[Interlude: Mac Miller]

Keep it in motion

I'm rollin' (It in motion)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm rollin'

Keep it in motion

I'm rollin', yeah

[Verse 2: Mac Miller & Delusional Thomas]

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]