Time Goes

[Intro: Mac Miller]

Ayy, what up, Ski?

Q in the background (Uh), take your coat off

[Pre-Chorus: Mac Miller]

You know all about me, I don't know about you

You need somebody to lead, I be on my own two

You talkin' all that shit, but what you really gon' do

While I'm posted in the background chillin' so cool

You know all about me, I don't know about you

You need somebody to lead, I be on my own two

You talkin' all that shit, but what you really gon' do

While I'm posted in the background chillin' so cool

[Chorus: Mac Miller]

As time goes by, find yourself swayin' side to side

Turn the music up high in the ride and drive (And drive)

See, me (Hey), I'm cool, good music put you in that mood (Haha)

She sings my tunes and thinks I'm fly (Uh)

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]

Hey, hey

They say I'm magnificent

And I rap different than dudes who say they livin' and spittin' out bad sentences

Gettin' high, see the sky and where my limit is

I'm the shit, bitch, come and get a whiff of this

Mars around my neck and some beads on my wrist

Got a girl back at the cribby just to clean off my dick when I piss

But not really, that was just a joke, who you think I am? Diddy?

She lookin' in the mirror double checkin' if she pretty

But I just see that ass and them titties

She thinks she got class, that's kinda silly

She be lettin' dudes hit it like their name was Ken Griffey

I don't mean to joke around 'cause music is my job

But what's a fuckin' job when you don't get no days off?

Hmm, well, that would be this music shit

My team I make maneuvers with

Be travelin' all around the world, still here gettin' used to it

This Karate School, bitch, you'll get super kicked

While I chill, relax, and take these Buddah hits

Fuck her, then I move that bitch, it's so Ludacris

Makin' money now, they blame it on my Jewish-ness

Stupid bitch

[Verse 2: Locksmith]

I’m usin' music to get inside of your pubic strip

Damn, bitch, you stupid thick

I'm too equipped with my lyrics and metaphors

Measure cords like I'm on my '92 Grand Puba shit

Who besmithed to tell a bitch, "Slow down"?

Most frown when I choose to spit, fuck her, no lube and shit

You can use your spit

Either that or choose to get all up on this metaphor-skin

No Jewish dick

You was quick to write him off, now you love it

You was hatin' when in public, all alone you like, "Dude's the shit"

You was schemin', I was chillin' by the pool with chicks, no dick

If the pussy smell like a school of fish

A clam chowder with Mac powder I back at her

If the smell nice, then I blow the fuckin' back out her

I give that bitch the news like Matt Lauer

That's from now 'til my last hour, yeah

[Chorus: Mac Miller]

As time goes by, find yourself swayin' side to side

Turn the music up high in the ride and drive

You see, me, I'm cool, good music put you in that mood

She sings my tunes and thinks I'm fly