Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mac Miller
Vocals
Jon Brion
Programming
Andrew Lloyd
Additional Vocals
Nick Dierl
Additional Vocals
Sam Motavassel
Additional Vocals
Vic Wainstein
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jon Brion
Songwriter
Malcolm McCormick
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mac Miller
Producer
Jon Brion
Additional Producer
Vic Wainstein
Recording Engineer
Eric Caudieux
Recording Engineer
Robin Florent
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Scott Desmarais
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Chris Galland
Mixing Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You can have the world in the palm of your hand
You still might drop it
And everybody wanna reach inside your pockets
I tell them, "Red light, stop it, shit"
That give me more headaches than alcoholics
There was nothing in my wallet
Just a lot of dreamin'
I'll build a crib on top of the promise land
We'll call it even, hmm
I bring more flavor than all the seasons
Winter, spring, summer fall
The grass is always greener till I cut it all
Please leave me to my studies
I give you no applause
My hands been counting money
And it's hard to be the boss
But somebody gotta do it
(It gets so exhausting)
[Verse 2]
Often with the bullshit
And baby, I've been through it
Enough for the both of us
So come over later
And we won't let no one close to us
We could be posted up, yeah
[Verse 3]
Okay, well, you could have the world in the palm of your hands
You still might drop it
And everybody wanna reach inside your pockets
So it goes
It's like in every conversation, we the topic
This narcissism more like narcotics
So it goes
[Verse 4]
Well everybody gather 'round
I'm still standin', sit down, whoa
And I know I've been out (I know I've been out)
But now, I'm back in town, so I (Now, I'm back in town)
Show you the ropes
So it goes, so it goes, so it goes
La-da-da-da, la-da-da
La-da-da-da, la-da-da
So it goes
La-da-da-da, la-da-da
La-da-da-da-da, la-da-da
So it goes
[Verse 5]
Well, this is a special delivery
Comin' to you live with the endless artillery
Always down to ride
My eyes on the enterprise, nine lives
Never die, fuck a heaven, I'm still gettin' high
Never mind
Did I mention I'm fine?
'Cause her pussy gettin' wetter when the weather dry
Clementine, peelin' off and everyone get left behind
I'm only five-seven, 'cept I'm feelin' like I'm seven-five
Damnit, cross planets interstellar never land
Not a Jackson packed with action
So what's happenin', my man?
No relaxin', kickin' back
This ain't exactly in the plan
I can't get no satisfaction, goddamn
[Verse 6]
They're sayin' I've been gone too long
I could just tell 'em, "Fuck you"
But that come on too strong
My god, it go on and on
Just like a circle, I go back where I'm from
[Verse 7]
Well everybody gather 'round
I'm still standin', sit down, whoa
And I know I've been out (I know I've been out)
Now, I'm back in town, so I (Now, I'm back in town)
Show you the ropes
So it goes, so it goes, so it goes
La-da-da-da, la-da-da
La-da-da-da, la-da-da
So it goes
La-da-da-da, la-da-da
La-da-da-da-da, la-da-da
So it goes
Written by: Jon Brion, Malcolm McCormick