Locksmith - Time Goes lyrics

[Mac Miller- Verse 1] You know all about me, I don't know about you You need somebody to lead, I be on my own two You talking all that sh** 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 talking all that sh** but what you really gon' do While I'm posted in the background chillin' so cool [Mac Miller- Hook] As time goes by, find yourself swaying side to side Turn the music high in the ride and drive See me, I'm cool, good music put you in that mood She sings my tunes and thinks I'm fly [Mac Miller- Verse 2] Hey hey, they say I'm magnificent And I rap different than dudes who say they living this spitting out bad sentences Getting high, see the sky where my limit is I'm the sh** b**h, come and get a whiff of this Around my neck and some beads on my wrist Got a girl back at the crib, just to clean off my dick when I piss But not really, that was just a joke, who you think I am? Diddy? She looking in the mirror double checking if she pretty But I just see that a** and them titties And she got cla**, that kinda silly She be letting dudes hit it like their name was Ken Griffey I don't mean to joke around cause music is my job But whats a f**ing job when you don't get no days off Hmm, well that would be my music sh** My team I make maneuvers with Be traveling all around the world still here getting used to it This Karate school b**h, you'll get super kicked While I chill relax and take these Buddah hits f**er then I move that b**h, it's so Ludacris Making money now, they blame it on my Jewish-ness Stupid b**h [Verse 2 - Locksmith- Verse 3] I'm using music to get inside of your pubic strip Damn b**h, than you stupid thick I'm too equipped with my lyrics and metaphors Measure cords like I'm on my '92 Grand Puba sh** ? to tell a b**h slow down Most frown when I choose to spit, f**er no lube and sh** 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 hating when in public, all alone you like “dudes the sh**” You was schemin' I was chillin' by the pool with chicks no dick Hit the p**y smell like a school of fish A clam chowder with Mac powder I back at her If the smell nice than I blow the f**ing back out her I give that b**h the news like Matt Lauer That's like now til my last hour [Mac Miller- Hook] As time goes by, find yourself swaying side to side Turn the music high in the ride and drive See me, I'm cool, good music put you in that mood She sings my tunes and thinks I'm fly