Time Goes

Lyrics

[Intro: Mac Miller] Ayy, what up, Ski? Q in the background (Uh), take your coat off [Bridge: 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 [?] 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