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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mac Miller
Mac Miller
Vocals
Malcolm McCormick
Malcolm McCormick
Drums
Taylor Graves
Taylor Graves
Keyboards
Ashley All Day
Ashley All Day
Additional Vocals
Thundercat
Thundercat
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malcolm McCormick
Malcolm McCormick
Songwriter
Stephen Bruner
Stephen Bruner
Songwriter
Taylor Graves
Taylor Graves
Songwriter
A. Sousa
A. Sousa
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Taylor Graves
Taylor Graves
Producer
Thundercat
Thundercat
Producer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
E. Dan
E. Dan
Mixing Engineer
Larry Fisherman
Larry Fisherman
Producer
Josh Berg
Josh Berg
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, nothin' is impossible (Impossible)
Do this shit together, we unstoppable (Unstoppable)
Raised to be a leader, not a navigator (Navigator)
Wrote this down on scraps of paper
All roads lead to the same confusion (Same confusion)
I mean, all roads lead to the same conclusions (Same conclusions)
Found my body somewhere in the sewer (Sewer)
My girl defined the word "prolific" for me
And I can't read her mind, she wrote a different story (A different story)
Oh well, redemption is a funny bitch (Funny bitch)
The devil always be right where the money is (The money is)
Somebody gotta be watchin' you, but no one is (But no one is)
It's kinda crazy life could be this simple
Nothing's coincidence
My best friend packed his things, threw 'em in the car
I haven't seen him since (Seen him since)
Guess I understand, he always got the chills
When he saw a room full of rolled up hundred dollar bills (Hundred dollar bills)
[Verse 2]
Yeah
Even pills turn to powder, babe
Said, even pills turn to powder
The world wanna crush 'em down
Even pills turn to powder, babe
Can you sit right next to me and crush 'em down?
If pills can turn to powder
Then this world could turn to ash
Everything seems so slow
But my past, thought that it would last longer
I just thought that, thought that, thought that
This feelin', this feelin' would last longer, yeah
[Verse 3]
Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
Oo-oo-ooh
Oo-oo-oo-ooh
Oo-oo-ooh
Oo-oo-oo-ooh
Oo-oo-oo-ooh
[Verse 4]
Yeah, yeah
Somebody gave me a treasure map
Nowhere on that motherfucker say where the X is at
Now I wanna see the whole world through a telecast
Been waitin' my whole life, I finally thought I should tell you that, yeah
Started smokin' weed again, started tryna read again
Cleaned myself up, now would you be my friend?
Do I need to know the beginning to see the end?
What's the difference 'tween the truth and things that we pretend?
I lie awake faded, watch the days go by
And only at the lows do I chase that high
Fear God, stay humble
Original sin, we all come from the same struggle
[Outro]
Whatcha gonna do when the money comin' slow?
Whatcha gonna do when the money comin' slow?
Whatcha gonna do when the money comin' slow
And you left out on your own?
Whatcha gonna do when the money comin' slow?
Whatcha gonna do when the money comin' slow?
Whatcha gonna do when the money comin' slow
And you left out in the cold? Whoa
[Outro]
Can I get four Norcos, two Oxys, two Roxys, three methadone
Couple Percocets, some heroin, two Xanax bars and six-ounces of that lean?
Thank you—
[Outro]
Do when the money comin' slow?
Whatcha gonna do when the money comin' slow?
Whatcha gonna do when the money comin' slow?
Whatcha gonna do when the money comin' slow?
Whatcha gonna do when the money comin' slow?
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Whatcha gonna do?
Written by: Ashley Sousa, Malcolm McCormick, Stephen Bruner, Taylor Graves
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