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Macklemore & Ryan Lewis – Gold lyrics

(feat. Eighty4 Fly)

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Everything is gold, everything is equal
Posted on the porch just chillin’, me and my people
Eyelids closed, gold sun shines on
The world’s coated in the gold Krylon, yay
And these days, days days, they never run away
Gold tints, shades, that block out that golden haze
Take all the gold from the pawnshop that lives behind the case
And g-g-give it away
When gold erupted from volcanoes in the heavens
And every shrine that existed in time melted
Tombs open, Dookie Ropes on the pharaohs
When everything is gold, who cares about the carats?
They say that gold’s the skin of the gods
You can’t take the band-aid when you’re gone
Now I, now I-I-I, I’ll tip over that kiosk in the mall
As the sunset falls into tomorrow

[Hook: Eighty4 Fly]
Today we’re feeling like gold, five hundred thousand sold
Slick Rick Gold, rope on, hella cold
And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toes
Goldschlager faded, 14 carat plated
So we’re feeling like gold, five hundred thousand sold
Slick Rick Gold, rope on, hella cold
Today we’re feeling like gold
So fresh head to toes
Goldschlager faded, 14 carat plated
So we’re feeling like gold

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
Alright now, we open up
That car door, hop out, hope they notice us
Throughout society we been locked in that cobra clutch
More gold bottles, gold bottles, never sober up
Ditch Jesus, In Gold I Trust
I solemnly swear to wear my cross and stunt
Separate myself by stickin’ out just because
That’s how you illustrate power and who you’re above
But nah, tonight we take it, take it, giving it back
Crack open the vault, let everyone mob in the bank
Take whatever they want, we party and give thanks
I’ve been rocking gold chains since P was in the tank
You only live once, you only live once
Watch Rick Ross give his Jesus piece to a bum
‘Cause tonight, we ball, we ball, we comin’ up
Paintin’ the globe gold, two steppin’ on the sun like

[Hook: Eighty4 Fly]
Like gold, five hundred thousand sold
Slick Rick Gold, rope on, hella cold
And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toes
Goldschlager faded, 14 carat plated
So we’re feeling like gold
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Today we’re feeling like gold
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 3: Macklemore]
Gold coins, gold phone, gold car
Costs at least 10 racks to get 16 gold bars
Gold rush, suck on my gold dust stuntin’
Under these gold trunks, that’s 2 golden nugget
Flyin’ on the gold eagle, flier than the rest of ‘em
Past the Space Needle, golden shower on pedestrians
“Excuse me, that’s my bad, that’s my eagle and he shouldn’t have”
My eagle got hair, that motherfucker got a mullet bruh
And it’s gold, two girls gold brass
Loungin’ on the water, feet in the gold sand
Sippin’ on Orangina, arms around them both pants
They’re sippin’ Olde English right out of a gold can
Two girls, gold spandex so pretty
That girl ain’t even gold, she just got golden girl titties
I’m kidding, everyone is gold in my city
You paint Betty White gold, even Betty White can get it
Get it, get it, get it…

[Hook: Eighty4 Fly]
Today we’re feeling like gold, five hundred thousand sold
Slick Rick Gold, rope on, hella cold
And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toes
Goldschlager faded, 14 carat plated
So we’re feeling like gold, five hundred thousand sold
Slick Rick Gold, rope on, hella cold
And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toes
Goldschlager faded, 14 carat plated
So we’re feeling like gold
Oh, oh, oh, oh
So we’re feeling like gold
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Outro: Eighty4 Fly]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis – Jimmy Iovine lyrics

(feat. Ab-Soul)

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
I put my life on the line
I roll them dice and I’m fine
Cause all I ever dreamt about was makin’ it
They ain’t giving it, I’m taking it
I’m taking it, taking it, they ain’t giving it
I’m taking it, taking it, they ain’t giving it
I’m taking it, taking it, they ain’t giving it
I’m taking it, taking it, I need all that shit

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
If I just went in and stole it, the police would have noticed
Gotta be strategic, creep it, go in, leave without motive
Hold up, my plan is forming, alright, casing this building
Watch these rappers that rappin’ walk in and leave out with millions (millions)
Headed in sweating, open that front door
“Interscope” printed out right by the entrance
Door closes, not a metaphor
Then I start towards that front desk, right where you check in
Dressed in a uniform, acting like a janitor
All blue, jumpsuit, rush in
Bloodthirsty for the money like a bull
Looking in the eyes of the matador (“Fuck you!”)
Carrying two cans of paint, security looks at me awkward
I say third floor I’m late, paintin’ Jimmy Iovine’s office
Holding my breath ’bout to faint
I’m scared to death that he stops me
Heart beating so loud that you can hear the echo in that lobby
And see I’m breaking down if I don’t make it out
Then I’m leaving town with that contract
And I’m spazzing out, grabbing the A&R out
His chair and I’m taking him hostage
I don’t give a fuck, step into the elevator, press “3”
Now I’m headed up (“Heist!”)
What they don’t know is there is a gun in the paint can
And I’m ready and willing to bust ’em, I’m fucking desperate
Stuck in this recession, now what you think
If I could get signed my life is destined
My future depends on ink
And secretary at the front of the entrance staring right at me
I walk up she whispers “Go ahead”, and then gives me a wink

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
I put my life on the line
I roll them dice and I’m fine
Cause all I ever dreamt about was makin’ it
They ain’t giving it, I’m taking it
I’m taking it, taking it, they ain’t giving it
I’m taking it, taking it, they ain’t giving it
I’m taking it, taking it, they ain’t giving it
I’m taking it, taking it, I need all that shit

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
I made it past security, the secretary, the cubicles
But it’s weird, it’s like this room I’ve walked into is unusual
Thought it would be shiny and beautiful
Thought it would be alive and like musical
But it feels like someone died, it’s got the vibe of a funeral
There’s numbers on a chalkboard
CDs boxed in cardboard
Artists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores
Graphic designers are sitting around
Waiting for albums that never come out
Complainin’ that they have nobody in house
Wonderin’ what they make art for
I start thinking, am I in the right place?
Just walk forward, see plaques on the wall
Oh yeah, in a second those will be all yours
Finally see an office with a mounted sign, heaven-sent
Big, block, silver letters, read it out loud, “President” (“Heist!”)
This was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet
Right then felt a cold hand grab on the back of my neck, he said

[Jimmy Iovine]
“We’ve been watching you, so glad you could make it
Your music, it’s so impressive, and this whole brand you created
You’re one hell of a band, we here think you’re destined for greatness
And with that right song we all know that you’re next to be famous
Now I’m sorry, I’ve had a long day, remind me now what your name is?
That’s right, ‘Macklemore,’ of course… today has been crazy
Anyway, you ready? We’ll give you a hundred thousand dollars
After your album comes out, we’ll need back that money that you borrowed”

[Macklemore]
“So it’s really like a loan?”

[Jimmy Iovine]
“A loan?! Come on, no
We’re a team, 360 degrees, we will reach your goals!
You’ll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road
Along with a third of the money you make when you’re out doing your shows
Manager gets twenty, booking agent gets ten
So shit, after taxes, you and Ryan have 7% to split!
That’s not bad, I’ve seen a lot worse
No one will give you a better offer than us”

[Outro]
“Mm-hm,” I replied, “I appreciate the offer”
Thought that this is what I wanted
Rather be a starving artist
Than succeed at getting fucked

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis – Make The Money lyrics

[Verse 1]
Now, this is my job, I will not quit it
Pulled me out the depths when I thought that I was finished
Yeah I questioned if I could go the distance
That’s just the work, regardless of who’s listening, listening
Listen, see I was meant to be a warrior
Fight something amongst me, leave here victorious
Classroom of kids, or a venue performing
If I’d done it for the money I’d have been a fucking lawyer
Concrete, vagabond, van telling stories
Humbled by the road, I’m realizing I’m not important
See life’s a beautiful struggle, I record it
Hope it helps you maneuvering through yours and
That’s why we stay in the lab at night
I’ve been staring into this pad for over half my life
A true artist won’t be satisfied
So I guess that’s the sacrifice
And I say

[Hook]
Make the money, don’t let the money make you
Change the game, don’t let the game change you
I’ll forever remain faithful
All my people stay true, I say
Make the money, don’t let the money make you
Change the game, don’t let the game change you
I’ll forever remain faithful
All my people stay true

[Verse 2]
Forget about the fame, fortune and the mansion
Sitting and tripping watching myself on a plasma
Yeah, I start slipping when I’m thinking about that stuff
Ego once swollen until karma catches that up, that up
I’m my grandma’s number one grandson
I lost myself to remember who that was
We start thinking about some kicks, necklace
What I really need is a job off CraigsList
Take away the dot com, name, love
Fans, Twitter followers, and the buzz
See, you keep the issues but you take away the drugs
And I had to find out who I really was
Who I really wasn’t
So sick of who I was becoming
Yeah, tired of running
Time to look at the man in the mirror until I can learn to love him

[Hook]
Make the money, don’t let the money make you
Change the game, don’t let the game change you
I’ll forever remain faithful
All my people stay true, I say
Make the money, don’t let the money make you
Change the game, don’t let the game change you
I’ll forever remain faithful
All my people stay true

[Bridge]
Of course I want dubs and a candy-painted ‘lac
Watch the videos and get the girls in the back
But if that’s what I believe in, and the reason that I rap
Uncle Sam is my pimp when he puts me on the track
Of course I want dubs and a candy-painted ‘lac
Watch the videos and get the girls in the back
But if that’s what I believe in, and the reason that I rap
Uncle Sam is my pimp when he puts me on the track

[Hook]
Make the money, don’t let the money make you
Change the game, don’t let the game change you
I’ll forever remain faithful
Stay true, stay true, and I said
Make the money, don’t let the money make you
Change the game, don’t let the game change you
I’ll forever remain faithful
Stay true, stay true, stay true

[Outro]
Forget about the fame
I said forget about the fame
I’ll forever remain faithful
Stay true, stay true, stay true

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis – My Oh My lyrics

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
I used to sit with my dad in the garage
That sawdust, that Pinesol, and the moss
Around every spring, when the winter thawed
We’d huddle around the radio, twist the broken knob
710 AM, no KJR. Dave Niehaus’ voice would echo throughout the yard
Couldn’t have been older than 10
But to me and my friends
The voice on the other end might as well have been God’s
1995, the Division Series
Edgar’s up to bat
Bottom of the 11th inning
Got the whole town listening
“Swung on and belted,” the words distorted. “Joey Cora rounds third!
Here comes Griffey! The throw to the plate’s not in time!
My, oh my, the Mariners win it!”
Yes. Fireworks, they lit up that ceiling in the Kingdome
We had just made history

[Interlude: Dave Niehaus]
“Swung on and lined down the left field line for a base hit! Here comes Joey! Here comes Junior to third base! They’re gonna wave him in! The throw to the plate will be… late! The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship! I don’t believe it! It just continues! My, oh my!”

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
Laces woven, barely holdin’ that stitch
The creases of time amongst the grime and the grit
Where the leather he used to pound his fists
To some it’s just a mitt, but see that glove was him
Yep, tell me stories on the field, with that sun-stained brim
Blood under my chin, he taught me how to spit
Sunflower seeds back with me and my crew
Sunburnt arms
Big League Chew
Yeah we were like, The Sandlot after dinner
After practice we’d listen
To the M’s in the kitchen
And if mom wasn’t trippin’
“Come on dad! Please, I swear, just one more inning!”
Voice went “pump, pump!” through the system
“Break out the rye bread! It’s grand salami time!”
“My, oh my! Another victory!”
Yes. My city, my city
Childhood, my life watchin’ Griffey right under those lights

[Verse 3: Macklemore]
Under that light rain, gleaming in that night game, can’t stop now
Keep moving, no brake pads!
Came here to prove a point, live my life on the field
Make history in between the base paths
And compete against the fear that is in me that’s my only barrier and I swear that I’mma break that!
From the mud
The cleats that we drug
Through the feet
This is that moment, and you can’t take it back
I don’t really collect cards anymore, just a box and some old cardboard
Memories embedded in the dust, in the fibres that age just like us
Livin’ somewhere off in the drawer
This is what you make of it. Yeah, we play to win
Live it like we’re under the lights of the stadium
Fight until the day that God decides to wave us in
Right, until he waves us in
It’s my city, my city, childhood, my life. That’s right
Under those lights
My city, my city, childhood, that’s right. Niehaus, “My, oh my!”
Come on. My city, my city, childhood, my life. That’s right, under those lights
It’s my city, my city, childhood, my life, Niehaus. My, oh my. Rest in peace

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis – Neon Cathedral lyrics

(feat. Allen Stone)

[Intro: Macklemore]
Uh-huh, um

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
1-2, now
‘Round here they sing broken hymns
Their prayers flow better when they’re soaked in gin
The amp’s dusty and sits in the corner
By a bartender that’ll pickpocket your heart
And a jukebox that’ll steal your quarter
Bartender, please give me a confession
Exchange fear for courage in the form of a well drink
There’s a heavy current, got a long way to swim
Closed the Bible a while ago, I need some shots for this sin
Hail Mary, come with me, feel like Pac when it hits
Got some fire in my belly and a riot in the gut
Bushmills for a band-aid, the sweet taste of blood
Then I might actually feel something if I don’t cover it up
Rusted faces, familiar places
Even if they haven’t left the vinyl booth that they stayed in
The motel next door, a sign that reads vacant
And a truth that’s so strong I’d be a fool not to chase it
But yea, I’m a fool and I stay here
Hope these problems drown themselves, I die in wait here
One more, four more, fuck it, a night cap
Service starts at 5 tomorrow and I’ll be right back

[Hook: Allen Stone]
Underneath this fragile frame
Lives a battle between pride and shame
But I’ve misplaced that sense of pride
This crown of thorns is perched atop my spine
But listen closely as I testify
Dependency has been a thief at night
Thief at night, thief at night

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
I read the Bible but I forgot the verses
The liquor store is open later than the church is
Pure by their imperfections, everything is burning
To hell with the confessions, all the Lord Have Mercys
Blessed in holy water, the sin, oh Holy Father
Have you ever smelled flesh that sweats out Monarch vodka?
11 AM in the morning and you can’t get it off ya
Calling to the preacher but it’s like the pastor isn’t talking
Until the store opens and I can re-up on that doctrine
The people close to me say that I’m in need of a doctor
Think that I got a problem but these are not apostles
This is the drink of the Lord, that’s according to my gospel
Open to interpretation, if you’re judging it I don’t want it
I got sins that scald like my throat when I hit the bottle
And I’m sinking and that’s why I keep on drinking
I need a refill, far more than once every weekend
Sweet Jesus, I’m getting amnesia
Shaking til I’d get a taste, my faith is having seizures
Every time I walk away and try to leave it
Every time I walk away and try to leave it

[Bridge: Macklemore]
Wouldn’t miss it for the world
Baptized in my vices and the bar is my church
Traded my artist and I pawned off the easel
Spend it all searching for God at the Neon Cathedral
Wouldn’t miss it for the world
Baptized in my vices and the bar is my church
Traded my artist and I pawned off the easel
Spend it all searching for God, Neon Cathedral
Neon Cathedral

[Hook: Allen Stone]
Underneath this fragile frame
Lives a battle between pride and shame
But I’ve misplaced that sense of pride
This crown of thorns perched atop my spine
But listen closely as I testify
Dependency has been a thief at night
Thief at night, thief at night

[Outro: Allen Stone]
Dependency has been a thief at night
Thief at night, thief at night
Dependency has been a thief at night
Thief at night, thief at night

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis – Same Love lyrics

(feat. Mary Lambert)

[Piano Intro]

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
When I was in the third grade, I thought that I was gay
‘Cause I could draw, my uncle was and I kept my room straight
I told my mom, tears rushing down my face
She’s like, “Ben, you’ve loved girls since before Pre-K!”
Trippin’, yeah I guess she had a point, didn’t she?
A bunch of stereotypes all in my head
I remember doing the math like, “Yeah, I’m good at little league.”
A pre-conceived idea of what it all meant
For those that like the same sex had the characteristics
The right-wing conservatives think it’s a decision
And you can be cured with some treatment and religion
Man-made, rewiring of a pre-disposition
Playing God, aw nah, here we go
America the brave still fears what we don’t know
And “God loves all his children” is somehow forgotten
But we paraphrase a book written thirty-five hundred years ago
I don’t know

[Hook: Mary Lambert]
And I can’t change, even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
And I can’t change, even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love, my love, my love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
If I was gay, I would think hip-hop hates me
Have you read the YouTube comments lately?
“Man, that’s gay” gets dropped on the daily
We’ve become so numb to what we’re sayin’
Our culture founded from oppression
Yet we don’t have acceptance for ’em
Call each other faggots behind the keys of a message board
A word rooted in hate, yet our genre still ignores it
“Gay” is synonymous with the lesser
It’s the same hate that’s caused wars from religion
Gender to skin color, the complexion of your pigment
The same fight that led people to walk-outs and sit-ins
It’s human rights for everybody, there is no difference
Live on and be yourself
When I was in church they taught me something else
If you preach hate at the service, those words aren’t anointed
That holy water that you soak in has been poisoned
When everyone else is more comfortable remaining voiceless
Rather than fighting for humans that have had their rights stolen
I might not be the same, but that’s not important
No freedom ’til we’re equal, damn right I support it

[Trombone Interlude]

[Hook: Mary Lambert]
And I can’t change, even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
And I can’t change, even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love, my love, my love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm

[Verse 3: Macklemore]
We press play, don’t press pause: progress, march on!
With a veil over our eyes, we turn our back on the cause
‘Til the day that my uncles can be united by law
Kids are walking ’round the hallway
Plagued by a pain in their heart
A world so hateful, some would rather die than be who they are
And a certificate on paper isn’t gonna solve it all
But it’s a damn good place to start
No law’s gonna change us, we have to change us
Whatever god you believe in, we come from the same one
Strip away the fear, underneath it’s all the same love
About time that we raised up!

[Hook: Mary Lambert]
And I can’t change, even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
And I can’t change, even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love, my love, my love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm

[Outro: Mary Lambert]
Love is patient
Love is kind
Love is patient
Love is kind (not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient (not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind (not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient (not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind (not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient (not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind (not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
Love is kind

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis – Starting Over lyrics

(feat. Ben Bridwell of Band Of Horses)

[Intro: Macklemore]
1, 2, now

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Those three-plus years, I was so proud of
Then I threw them all away for two Styrofoam cups
The irony, everyone will think that “He lied to me”
Made my sobriety so public, there’s no fucking privacy
If I don’t talk about it then I carry a date
A “08/10/08” that now has been changed
And everyone that put me in some box as a saint
That I never was, just a false prophet that never came
And will they think that everything that I’ve written has all been fake?
Or will I just take my slip to the grave?
What the fuck are my parents gonna say?
The success story that got his life together and changed
And you know, what pain looks like
When you tell your dad you relapsed and look at him directly into his face
Deceit on your shoulders, deceivingly heavy weight
Haven’t seen tears like this on my girl in a while
The trust that I once built has been betrayed
But I’d rather live telling the truth and be judged for my mistakes
Than falsely held up, given props, loved and praised
I guess, I gotta get this on the page
Feeling sick and helpless
Lost the compass where self is
I know what I’ve gotta do, and I can’t help it
One day at a time is what they tell us
Now I’ve gotta find a way to tell them
God help ’em, yeah
One day at a time is what they tell us
Now I’ve gotta find a way to tell them

[Hook: Ben Bridwell]
We fall, so hard, now we gotta get back what we lost, lost
I thought you’d gone, but you were with me all along, along

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
And every kid that came up to me
And said I was the music they listened to when they first got clean
Now look at me, a couple days sober, I’m fighting demons
Back of that meeting on the East Side, shaking, tweaking
Hope that they don’t see it, hope that no one is looking
That no one recognizes that failure under that hoodie
Just posted in the back with my hands crossed, shooken
If they call on me I’m passin’, if they talk to me I’m booking
Out that door, but before, I can make it
Somebody stops me and says “Are you Macklemore?
Maybe this isn’t the place or time, I just wanted to say that
If it wasn’t for ‘Otherside,’ I wouldn’t have made it”
I just looked down at the ground and say, “Thank you”
She tells me she has nine months, and that she’s so grateful
Tears in her eyes, looking like she’s gonna cry, fuck
I barely got forty-eight hours, treated like I’m some wise monk
I want to tell her I relapsed, but I can’t
I just shake her hand and tell her, “Congrats”
Get back to my car, and I think I’m tripping, yeah
Cause God wrote “Otherside,” that pen was in my hand
I’m just a flawed man, man, I fucked up
Like so many others, I just never thought I would
I never thought I would, didn’t pick up the book
Doin’ it by myself didn’t turn out that good

[Bridge: Macklemore]
If I can be an example of getting sober
Then I can be an example of starting over
If I can be an example of getting sober
Then I can be an example of starting over

[Hook: Ben Bridwell]
We fall, so hard, now we gotta get back what we lost, lost
I thought you’d gone, but you were with me all along, along

[Outro: Ben Bridwell]
We fall, so hard, now we gotta get back what we lost, lost

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis – Ten Thousand Hours lyrics

[Verse 1]
I hope that God decides to talk through him
That the people decide to walk with him
Regardless of Pitchfork, cosigns I’ve jumped
Make sure the soundman doesn’t cockblock the drums
Let the snare knock the air right outta your lungs
And those words be the oxygen
Just breathe
Amen, regardless I’ma say it
Felt like I got signed the day that I got an agent
Got an iTunes check, shit man I’m paying rent
‘Bout damn time that I got out of my basement
‘Bout damn time I got around the country and I hit these stages
I was made to slay them
Ten thousand hours
I’m so damn close I can taste it
On some Malcolm Gladwell
David-Bowie-meets-Kanye shit
This is dedication
A life lived for art is never a life wasted
Ten thousand

[Hook]
Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands
Ten thousand hands, they carry me
Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands
Ten thousand hands, they carry me

[Verse 2]
Now, now, now
This is my world, this is my arena
The TV told me something different I didn’t believe it
I stand here in front of you today, all because of an idea
I could be who I wanted if I could see my potential
And I know that one day I’ma be him
Put the gloves on, sparring with my ego
Everyone’s greatest obstacle, I beat him
Celebrate that achievement
Got some attachments, some baggage, I’m actually working on leaving, see
I observed Escher
I love Basquiat
I watched Keith Haring
You see I study art
The greats weren’t great because at birth they could paint
The greats were great because they’d paint a lot
I will not be a statistic, just let me be
No Child Left Behind, that’s the American scheme
I make my living off of words
And do what I love for work
And got around 980 on my SATs
Take that system
What you expect?
Generation of kids choosing love over a desk
Put those hours in, and look at what you get
Nothing that you can hold, but everything that it is
Ten thousand

[Hook]
Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands
Ten thousand hands, they carry me
Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands
Ten thousand hands, they carry me

[Verse 3]
Same shit, different day, same struggle
Slow motion as time slips through my knuckles
Nothing beautiful about it
No light at the tunnel
For the people that put the passion before them being comfortable
Raw, unmedicated heart, no substitute
Banging on table tops, no subs to toot
I’m feeling better than ever, man what is up with you?
Scraping my knuckles, I’m battling with some drug abuse
I lost another friend, got another call from a sister
And I speak for the people that share that struggle too
Like they got something bruised
My only rehabilitation was the sweat, tears and blood when up in the booth

[Bridge]
It’s the part of the show where it all fades away
When the lights go to black and the band leaves the stage
And you wanted a encore but there’s no encore today
‘Cause the moment is now, can’t get it back from the grave
Part of the show, it all fades away
Lights go to black, band leaves the stage
You wanted a encore but there’s no encore today
‘Cause the moment is now, can’t get it back from the grave

[Outro]
Welcome to the Heist
Welcome to the Heist
Welcome to the Heist
Welcome to the Heist
Welcome to the Heist
Welcome to the Heist

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis – Thin Line lyrics

(feat. Buffalo Madonna)

[Hook: Buffalo Madonna]
And on, on and on, and on we go
And on, on and on, and on we go
We love what we had, but now it’s gone
Let’s leave before we eat each other alive
Alive

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Same city, yeah, we can’t break up
Nice mask on, I wore the same one
The greatest trick that the devil ever pulled
Was convincing women that they looked
Better in their makeup
I wear war paint, fight to the casket
Too tired to apologize on this mattress
Emotional detachment – what’s the matter?
She’s learning that she never should have dated a rapper
I don’t blame her, my mind is gone
I’m at dinner, checking phone calls, texts and blogs
I don’t hear a word, I know nothing at all
Just concerned about the world
Memorizing these songs
It goes on and on
Don’t wanna break you, but I’m leading you on
On, on, on, on
And now it’s gone

[Hook: Buffalo Madonna]
And on, on and on, and on we go
And on, on and on, and on we go
We love what we had, but now it’s gone
Let’s leave before we eat each other alive
Alive

[Refrain: Buffalo Madonna]
You are the love of my life
You are the love of my life
You were the love of my life
This time we know we know
It’s over
Over

[Bridge: Buffalo Madonna]
Didn’t believe in love until we fell out
Gave the keys back, now I’m on the homie’s couch
Always going out, sleeping ‘round with strangers
Danger! But you can’t live without her
Now you’re paranoid, checking on her cellphone
Making sure she ain’t like you alone
Haven’t made love with the lights still on
It’s like you’re hiding something from me

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
Let’s fake another toast to the good life
Predict the future, clean slate, blue sky
Fantasy of me husband and you wife
Lyin’, staring into those two eyes
And I can’t take it, back to where we came from
My pavement, past the emotional earthquake foundation
Yeah, let’s keep swimming in the snake pit
Get bit, get out then jump back into the suffocation
Make up and fuck to save us like we got this
Come on, this is just us baby
And this is just a fight, this is just love – maybe
Is it just you or am I fucking crazy?
I swear to God, I wish that I could Photoshop the scars off
Cold world and gettin’ my heart thawed
And I said it all and never get lock jaw
Mouth is a sawed off shotgun at any second could pop off
How does the truth taste?
My job comes with a complimentary toothpaste
Lately, I’ve been living up out of my suitcase
Building trust in that I’m leaving on Tuesday
Bought a one night stand, just a bootleg
A duplication of something authentic
Heart augmented, and it’s so hard to end it
I said peace before but this time I meant it

[Bridge: Macklemore & Buffalo Madonna]
Can’t get her out of my head
This place is a mess
Holding onto cobwebs
That has us both on the fence
She walks that thin line
In and out of my bed
Each time I love her less
Can’t get her out of my head
This place is a mess
Holding onto cobwebs
That has us both on the fence
She walks that thin line
In and out of my bed
Each time I love her less

[Hook: Buffalo Madonna]
And on on and on and on we go
And on on and on and on we go
Love what we had but now it’s gone
Let’s leave before we eat each other alive
Alive

[Refrain: Buffalo Madonna]
You are the love of my life
You are the love of my life
You were the love of my life
This time we know we know
It’s over

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis – Thrift Shop lyrics

(feat. Wanz)

[Intro]
“Hey, Macklemore, can we go thrift shopping?”
What what, what, what [x8]
Bada, bada, bada dada

[Hook: Wanz]
I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got 20 dollars in my pocket
I’m, I’m, I’m huntin’
Lookin’ for a come up
This is fucking awesome

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Now, walk into the club, like, “What up, I got a big cock!”
Nah, I’m just pumped, I bought some shit from a thrift shop
Ice on the fringe is so damn frosty
The people like, “Damn, that’s a cold ass honkey!”
Rolling in hella deep, headed to the mezzanine
Dressed in all pink; except my gator shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girl standing next to me
Probably should’ve washed this, smells like R. Kelly sheets
(Pissssss…) But shit, it was 99 cents!
Fuck it, coppin’ it, washin’ it
‘Bout to go and get some compliments
Passing up on those moccasins
Someone else has been walking in
Bummy and grungy, fuck it, man
I am stunting and flossing and saving my money
And I’m hella happy; that’s a bargain, bitch!
I’ma take your grandpa’s style, I’ma take your grandpa’s style
No, for real, ask your grandpa
Can I have his hand-me-downs? (Thank you!)
Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers
Dookie brown leather jacket that I found diggin’
They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboard
I bought a skeet blanket, then I bought a knee board
Hello, hello, my ace man, my mellow
John Wayne ain’t got nothing on my fringe game, hell no
I could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell those
The sneaker heads would be like, “Ah, he got the Velcros.”

[Hook: Wanz]
I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got 20 dollars in my pocket
I’m, I’m, I’m huntin’
Lookin’ for a come up
This is fucking awesome
I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got 20 dollars in my pocket
I’m, I’m, I’m huntin’
Lookin’ for a come up
This is fucking awesome

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
What you know about rocking a wolf on your noggin?
What you knowing about wearing a fur fox skin?
I’m digging, I’m digging
I’m searching right through that luggage
One man’s trash, that’s another man’s come up
Thank your granddad for donating that plaid button-
Up shirt, ‘cause right now, I’m up in here stuntin’
I’m at the Goodwill, you can find me in the bins
I’m not, I’m not stuck on searchin’ in that section (Mens)
Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy
I’ll take those flannel zebra jammies
Second hand and I’ll rock that, motherfucker
The built-in onesie with the socks on the motherfucker
I hit the party and they stop in that motherfucker
They be like, “Oh, that Gucci? That’s hella tight”
I’m like, “Yo, that’s 50 dollars for a t-shirt.”
Limited edition, let’s do some simple addition
50 dollars for a t-shirt, that’s just some ignorant bitch shit
I call that getting swindled and pimped, shit
I call that getting tricked by business
That shirt’s hella dough, and having the same one as six other people in this club is a hella don’t
Peep game, come take a look through my telescope
Tryin’ to get girls from a brand?
Man, you hella won’t! Man, you hella won’t!

[Interlude]
Goodwill, poppin’ tags, yeah!

[Hook: Wanz]
I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got 20 dollars in my pocket
I’m, I’m, I’m huntin’
Lookin’ for a come up
This is fucking awesome

[Bridge: Wanz]
I wear your granddad’s clothes
I look incredible
I’m in this big ass coat
From that thrift shop down the road
I wear your granddad’s clothes
I look incredible
I’m in this big ass coat
From that thrift shop down the road

[Hook: Wanz]
I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got 20 dollars in my pocket
I’m, I’m, I’m huntin’
Lookin’ for a come up
This is fucking awesome

[Outro]
“Is that your grandma’s coat?”

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis – Victory Lap lyrics

[Intro: Macklemore]
Now they say, “Don’t forget where you come from
Don’t die holding on to your words
Cause you know, that you got a whole world to change
But understand who you gotta change first”

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
And I was like “Fuck that”, humility bust back
I remember the days with nothing but a bus pass
I was just a little shorty, just hopin’ that I could find a bum
To buy a 40 for me and have enough for a bud sack
Yeah, and I dance on that instrumental
Unorthodox like Basquiat with the pencil
Give me a microphone and a beat box I could vent to
Music the only medium that I could find myself through
Recluse, sippin’ on some lean I would let loose
Lookin’ in the mirror, watchin’ myself lose
Cleaned up in oh-eight, got a job makin’ barely minimum wage
To get into that page
Hit the road with R.L., performing in front of eight people
And that shit will check your ego
About around that time I’m watching that EP go
From nothing to getting us booked around the country
I know no limits, life can change in an instant
Eight people turn into sold out shows in a minute
Now watching my pops in the back row grinnin’
With his glass up to my mom, toastin’ his Guinness

[Pre-Hook: Macklemore]
And we on, we on
Good music, it lies in the ambiance
One day we’ll leave here
But these words live on
Till then, we keep on making the songs

[Hook: Macklemore]
So put ’em up, up up, up up, so high
So put ’em up, up up, up up, so high
So put ’em up, up up, up up, so high
Put ’em up, up up, up up, so high
So put ’em up, up up, up up, so high
So put ’em up, up up, up up, so high

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
I remember that Freshman edition
Last year thinking to myself like
Yeah, nah, I won’t win it yet, I probably won’t get it, but
I’ma give it everything, play my position
The next 11 months I gave it all, everything I had in me
Left blood, sweat, tears in every god damn city
No label, no deal, no publicist, indie
Just music that connected and fans that rode with me
Throw me a gold mine, and a co-sign
While you’re riding a couple dope rides
Two women, both dimes
Not gonna lie, that shit sounds so nice
But I got creative control, and my soul’s mine
I wouldn’t trade it, maybe I’m crazy
I put on for my city, Seattle, that raised me
Rule four-thousand-and-eighty, it’s really not changing
Now a days make good music, the people are your label

[Hook: Macklemore]
So put ’em up, up up, up up, so high
So put ’em up, up up, up up, so high
So put ’em up, up up, up up, so high
Put ’em up, up up, up up, so high
So put ’em up, up up, up up, so high
So put ’em up, up up, up up, so high

[Outro: Macklemore]
Oh my God
Feels like a victory lap
Can I have that moment
Can I talk my shit

[Interlude: Macklemore]
Now they say, “Don’t forget where you come from
Don’t die holding on to your words
Cause you know, that you got a whole world to change
But understand who you gotta change first”

[Outro: Macklemore]
Put ’em, up, up, up up
Up, up, up up
Put ’em, up, up, up up
Macklemore, Ryan Lewis
Put ’em up, up, up up
Up, up, up up
Put ’em, up, up, up up (so high)

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis – White Walls lyrics

(feat. ScHoolboy Q & Hollis)

[Intro: Macklemore]
I wanna be free
I wanna just live
Inside my Cadillac
That is my shit
Now throw it up (I throw that up)
That’s what it is (that’s what it is)
In my C-A-D-I-L-L-A-C, bitch (biatch)

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Can’t see me through my tints (nah ah)
I’m riding real slow (slow motion)
In my paint, wet, dripping, shining like my 24s (umbrella)
I ain’t got 24s (nuh-uh)
But I’m on those Vogues
That’s those big white walls, round them hundred spokes
Old school like Olde English in that brown paper bag
I’m rolling in that same whip that my granddad had
Hello haters, damn y’all mad
30K on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that?

[Hook: Hollis]
I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
I’m rolling that roof off, letting in sky
I shine, the city never looked so bright

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
Man, I’m lounging
In some shit Bernie Mac would’ve been proud of
Looking down from heaven like damn that’s stylish
Smilin’, don’t pay attention to the mileage
Can I hit the freeway? Illegally going 120
Easy weaving in and out of the traffic
They cannot catch me, I’m smashing
I’m ducking, bucking them out here
I’m looking fucking fantastic, I am up in a classic
Now I know what it’s like under the city lights
Riding into the night, driving over the bridge
The same one we walked across as kids
Knew I’d have a whip but never one like this
Old school, old school, candy paint, two seater
Yea, I’m from Seattle, there’s hella Honda Civics
I couldn’t tell you about paint either
But I really wanted a Caddy so I put in the hours
And roll on over to the dealer
And I found the car I dreamed of, placed a bargain with this geezer
Got the keys in as I was leaving I started screaming

[Hook: Hollis]
I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
I’m rolling that roof off, letting in sky
I shine, the city never looked so bright

[Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q]
Backwoods and dope
White hoes in the backseat snortin’ coke
She doing line after line like she’s writing rhymes
I had her inhalin’ my love, tryna blow her mind
Cadillac pimpin’, my uncle was on
14, I stole his keys, me and my niggas was gone
Stealing portions of his liquor, water in his Patron
Driving smiling like I won the fucking lottery homes
(Fuckin’ lottery homes)
Tires with the spokes on it, and the Vogues too
Mustard and mayonnaise, keepin’ the buns all on
My dogs hanging out the window
Young as whoosh, fucking like we ball
Tryna fuck ’em all
Never park the whip, see what’s poppin’ at the mall
Meet a bad bitch, slap her booty with my balls
You can smoke the pussy, I was tearing down the walls
I’m motherfuckin’ awe-
-some, swear these sights tryna hypnotize
Grip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs
See the lust stuck up in her eyes
Maybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke?
Or does she want it low?
‘Cause this shit a Coupe de Ville so you’ll never know
So we cruise for minutes, my nigga fuck the limit
Got a window tinted, for sure a gangsta in it
Slide ’til the gas is finished
Q

[Hook: Hollis]
Off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
I’m rolling that roof off, letting in sky
I shine, the city never looked so bright

[Hook: Hollis]
Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
I’m rolling that roof off, letting in sky
I shine, the city never looked so, looked so bright

Pamela Rooney – Behind His Golden Doors lyrics

She walked down the hallway, with her head down to the floor
Those walls feel like there closing, as those girls pass by once more
Those words will always linger, no matter what is done
Should she turn left should she turn right,or maybe she should run

Chorus
Tell my mom and dad I love them,tell my family to be strong
I’ll forever be their angel no matter where I’m gone
I could not take this pain know more so I choose to move on
I know that God will welcome me behind his golden doors

As she sat alone within her room, tears fell to the floor
A million thoughts ran through her mind, as she slowly locked the door
Today’s the day I say goodbye, I’ll spread my wings and fly
They found her lying all alone with a letter by her side.

Chorus
Tell my mom and dad I love them,tell my family to be strong
I’ll forever be their angel no matter where I’m gone
I could not take this pain know more so I choose to move on
I know that God will welcome me behind his golden doors

Macklemore – Church lyrics

(feat. Xperience)

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Moms and pops, they used to take us to church
Saying “If you don’t believe, then the prayin’ don’t work”
With the beatbox I got free on the pavement, I’m first
Music brought me to my knees, I found faith in a verse
So dear Spirit, I know I gotta take a chance
And my mistakes and shortcomings finally made a man
I got some issues, I got problems, gotta make amends
I watch my daughter giggin’ in the kitchen to the safety dance
This shit right here, we call love
You can’t put that into words, but feel that in your gut
The goosebumps on my arms, I watch the fallin’ sun
Kiss my daughter and say “Thank God” as I wake up
Oh I know, yeah, I know now
And I’m up, but I’m aware that it goes down
Travelled ’round the globe, I needed to slow down
And no better feeling riding ’round in my hometown

[Chorus: Xperience]
Hope I’m feeling this good when it’s Monday mornin’
Been doing my own thing, can’t say that I’m sorry
And I can only pray someday that we’ll all be
More than just okay, we can be so free
And I can get fly with ya, ride with ya, shine with ya, yeah
I can get fly with ya, ride with ya, shine with ya, yeah

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
Oh my God, oh my God
No other person on this earth could ever take my job
This my life, it was planned, I can’t take it off
Bruised elbows, knees scraped, I learned to take a fall
My mistake, my mistake
Karma waits, karma waits
But I’ll be brave, I’ll be brave
The pain seems more than I could take, I could take
I learn more from loss than the gain, than the gain
New state of mind, I feel like taking my time
And that laidback reclines, still pushing that ’85 Lac
Windows down, city passing by, like a timelapse
The weatherman be trippin’, so that ceiling got that white rag, ay
We came so far, just some kids in the city tryna make some art
Leave some change in the fountain, hope to make my mark
You see I was given a role, never played my part

[Chorus: Xperience]
Hope I’m feeling this good when it’s Monday mornin’
Been doing my own thing, can’t say that I’m sorry
And I can only pray someday that we’ll all be
More than just okay, we can be so free
And I can get fly with ya, ride with ya, shine with ya, yeah
I can get fly with ya, ride with ya, shine with ya, yeah

[Outro]
I can have a life to– I have life today. I rely on that constant communication with my higher power, more so than anybody these days. And I realized, that’s kinda all I need. And then, of course, y’all appear, right, y’all appear, things appear, and situations appear. And I realize, that’s God working through me, if I allow myself to be that vessel.

Macklemore – The Town lyrics

[Verse 1]
Now when I say 2-0, you say
Nah, you know the rest
This is our scene
Our music, our movement, the history lives through us
I write to the beat and let life play the guitar strings
Despite the drama, there’s respect and camaraderie
Every time one of my friends is mentioned in My Philosophy
It’s a rite of passage, I’m not trying to be corny
I got love for Sportn’ Life, Alpha P, Massline, and Onry
Every time somebody steps out on the road
They bring a little Northwest soul with them, amen
Alright then, just so you know
I try to carry that everytime that I rock a show
So, turn my sound up
Ricochet off our mountain
It’s Good Medicine that Chief Sealth would of been proud of
Sends our city, town pride, heart, blood, sweat, tears, I-5
North, South side, vibe, live, ride down these city blocks
And never will be stopped
They tryin’ to shut down the clubs that my city rocks
Now Mr. Mayor why would you enforce an ordinance?
Music it saves lives, these kids out here are supporting it
And through the art form we’ve learned the importance of community
Truth to the youth so they know what’s up
Yup, and as a public school student
I learned from my teachers, but became through my music
Take that away, that’s a vital
14 Fathoms Deep, Do the Math, Tribal
My greatest teachers: B-Self and Vita
Wordsayer was my mayor and things have changed
But I carry the torch and what I do with that flame
Is lit everytime that I step on the stage
The skyline is etched in my veins
You can never put that out, no matter how hard it rains

[Hook]
Northwest, making you feel the vibe
Check how Seattle do, coming to my side
I mean I like how y’all do
Thank you, but we on to new
Put it down for the town with music
Making you feel the vibe
Check how Seattle do, coming to my side
When my peeps know my crew bring the flame
Put it down for the town
Wearing that Seattle blue

[Verse 2]
That’s right, when you put on a show
And watch the people seat in between the creases and the doors
Hitting up Meli or sneaking in cause they’re broke
Not leaving in between sets because of needing to smoke
The reason being whatever
The scene from Beacon to Everett
Is in need of less ego when we kick it, alright?
I get on stage, style, share my whole life
Try to reach ’em at the bar where they’re drinking Miller Lite
But the kids in the front, they bring out the passion, dude
Make noise throughout the show and not only when we ask ’em to
I watch the older cats jaded in the back
Hands clasped, forgot when they weren’t too cool to be a fan, damn
Hatin’ at the concert
You don’t remember RKCNDY, watching Heiro, or vibing out to Alkaholiks
I know it’s not the same, it never will be
But my, my, my, my city’s filthy
And we’ve been truly dope
Since Supreme was up on Broadway in the dookie rope
Mean muggin’ in Sir Mixalot’s video
Back when Scene was rockin’ house parties on the floor
JMG’s, Sit N’ Spin, and The Paradox
Back when Marc introduced Geo to Sabz
So much has changed here, so much has not
I was just a kid hopin’ I could earn my spot
Try to get some props
Meet a promoter who’ll give me a shot
To let me get up on stage and get the crowd to rock
Read a page out my notebook
What I thought would be respected, they would connect with it
Now looking over the city’s the only thing that keeps me calm
Scattered thoughts jotted down by this pen in my palm
It’s like my city stands still, the world looks on
If I could only capture its beauty and put it in a song

Macklemore – At The Party lyrics

Door*Bell Rings [Verse*

1] I
walked in with a pimp strut “What
… up ”?Door
man’s like “You, on the list ”?I’m
like “Shiiii, I…
should be there like… after the L’s” He
said it’s too early to tell “Fuck
it go, ahead ”.Afrika
Bambaataa Kool
Herc was looping the break beat Rocksteady
was breakin’ That’s
what’s up Gave
Scott La Rock dap Proceeded
up to the bar one Taki 183 and flat black was tight on the wall Eddie
Pint was with Dante And
went to bomb broadway Sugarhill
Run-D, M.C.were. kickin’ raps Busta
and the Beasties came in drinking, brass monkeys Bumrushed
the show hopped, on stage then A
whole bunch of white dudes opened the door and came in After
Ed Lover Dr, Dre. then Big Daddy Kane Said
there ain’t no half steppin’ walk, this way Went
to the next room had the 90’s on it “hell, yeah” Ayo
it smell like chronic Hella
juice & gin I
grab my cup try, to fill it to the brim Somebody
said “Ayo you, ain’t chipped in I’m? playing nephew go, ahead” Ice
Cube was choppin’ it up With
MC Ren and Quik was playing the cuts I
saw Eazy Spice, 1 and, King Tee Bloods
and Crips talkin shit and straight schemin’ Olde
English Starter, caps and, gold daytons Gold-plated
hearing, Bones Jheri, curl activator And
the party started crackin And
this dude in the background who looked familiar started dancing But…
I don’t know he seemed dope The
whole party was like he hadn’t rapped in the east coast [Hook]

Lyrical
physical, very, artistical Give
the party people something funky to listen to Step
up if you wanna get hurt Step
Step, up if you wanna get hurt All
you MC’s are some riders All
you need is a line Til’
you change and rearrange And
then what happened this time I
checkmate terminate, never, late contemplate, Mind
state is never fake hesitate, you lose [Verse

2] There
was this group in the cypher called Das FX And
a Tribe Called Quest Q-Tip
was searchin’ for his wallet sayin’ somebody got him 10
dollars sayin’ it was someone from Compton LL
was on the side of the kangol talkin’, about his Momma Sayin’
that if anyone stepped They’d
get knocked out He. promised Watching
Butter-Pecan Ricans licking their ice cream Ghostface
did lines and, Bees that were lime green liquorice
??????, and a dutch I
hit that shit once and then passed out off the blunt I
woke up in struggle for breath by Nas He
said sleep was the cousin of death my, God Door
busted down and I thought it was the cops It
was 2Pac saying that he had just gotten shot Stood
up out the wheel chair said “fuck this city ”.Grabbed
a Cristal bottle pointed, it at Biggie Puff
jumped up was like “take that one”, The
whole party stopped and said 2Pac…
left the party with Suge in the ‘lac Nobody
ever thought that ‘Pac would never come back An
hour later Big and Puff left Big
said he was ready to die but, there’d be life after his death Craziest
shit I’ve ever been to the, wildest venue But
it wasn’t over yet the, party must continue Yeah…
Yeah, I said continue Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, [Hook

2] Pink
gators my, Detroit players Timbs
for my hooligans in Brooklyn At
the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick You
know and I know I, flow some old funky shit Crucial
lyrical, style ain’t what it used to Microphone
check one two (echo) [Verse

3] For
some this, is where the party began Some
say it’s where the party was crashed There
was a new room a, new dude named Shady in the Aftermath “Hi
my, name is what, “…it was that everybody started to want to rap Rock
fans from the other parties put down their guitar straps And
started writing their bars on a pad The
‘burbs were already in the building And
the media been feeling if another party was on smash Pepsi
endorsements Spike, Coca-cola, Was
tellin’ the whole world where the party was at The
line to get in it, wasn’t just around the building It
was around New Zealand and the underground was making chat Saying
it was wack remember; the art the heart they, taking it back But
it was too late for that they, started making scratch, the line Complaining
about the game was, saying it’s wack Hold
up half, the people that were dissing it Were
half the reason that the party was so big And
everyone in line was out there trying to get respect And
then the party got put on the internet Shit
They
bum-rushed the door You
couldn’t move anymore There
wasn’t room on the floor And
out came the neighbors Getting
on TV and complaining about the noise Bill
O’Reilly and Oprah came down and they started hating The
venue wasn’t making money cause no one was paying Unless
you had Lil’ Wayne or T-Pain in the room Nas
came down and said the party was dead Somebody
lit a match all you heard was a BOOM
*

Macklemore – Church (The Unplanned Mixtape) lyrics

(feat. Geologic of Blue Scholars)

[Jim Valvano speech at the 1993 ESPY Awards]
“Time, time is very precious to me. I don’t know how much I have left and I have some things I would like to say. Hopefully at the end I’ll have something that will be important to other people too.”

[Geologic]
Stand up, sit down, stand up again
Morse Code sent to God, are you listening?
He must have been too busy fixing other shit
No call, no response shows the opposite
We confess to the man who was faceless
I still do the same but to thousands of strangers
Went through some changes, some said I’m faithless
Cause I replaced the altar with a basement
I often fought the explanation of where people go when their bodies let go of the soul
Does it just turn cold?
Or do we get judged and told where to go?
And if so, how the fuck would you know if nobody came back and said I’m telling you, bro?
I could never get past the shit that was spit out the pastor’s lips
And the rapper’s started making more sense
I guess that’s the reason that some people cringe when they kids get a hold of my shit
If the grip of a God is insistent on not questioning if he truly exists
No wonder that I got caught up in the music it filled my spirit to the brim, amen
Motha’ fucker

[Macklemore]
This is my offering card
The only thing I have to offer is bars
The only time I felt like I was talking to God
Was in my Walkman walking with Nas
Alright see I be going to Sunday school every week
In the back trying to read, but see that something was off
Maybe it was cause I was trying to huddle in the yard
Preacher didn’t connect when he would mumble the Psalms
I was in my head and I was bustin’ with Pac
Takin’ off my wifebeater and getting drunk in the park
After that part, I found God, it wasn’t Jesus
Some psilocybin and the ink it released
I began to hold communion every time my music came out the speakers I used it
And it fuled my movement I believed in, voice of reason, just me and my Adidas
And I could achieve it, I put my hand over my heart, pledge allegiance
I solemnly swear by the faith that raised my since Kool Herc dropped that needle
The South Bronx, that’s hip-hop’s Egypt
The word of our God is manipulated and twisted by the same system
That is infiltrated and falsely interpreted Jesus
One life, one love, one God, It’s us, treat your neighbor how you would want to be treated
The universal laws of God, don’t look too far it’s right here, us human beings
The spirits right here and I don’t have to see it
Now every time I want to connect with God I put my headphones on
Then I nod, grab my pen, my pad, let it seep in, in
And that’s my process
And God’s always watching
Got God in my Walkman
Go ahead and top that

Macklemore – Fallin’ lyrics

[Verse 1]
I swear I’ve been here before, there’s a war in my heart
Inside my chest is a thorn, it’s been torn from the start
The picture painted is warped, the hearts aching and scarred
Music’s the band-aid I’m too afraid to take this shit off
Another drink at the bar, but I’m not drunk enough
Each shot burns less but the chest isn’t numbin’ up
A voice keeps talkin’ in my head and I’ma fuck him up
Fill the gun with lead and bust until the pump shuts him up
Emos and rockers and rockers and emos
Another shot of some vodka to get myself up off of my ego
There’s a door to my conscience, I can’t unlock it or see the peephole
This angel held my baggage and then vanished like where did she go
I was beside her but I was walking by myself though
Break the silence with my cell phone it doesn’t help though
I can’t believe this is happening, sinking into depression
I’ve been here before and now I’m back again

[Hook]
I keep fallin, I keep fallin, I keep fallin, down the rain
Keeps pourin, keeps pourin, I don’t know if I can get up today
Keep fallin, I keep fallin, fallin, down the rain
Keeps pourin, keeps pourin, I don’t know if I can get up today

[Verse 2]
6 am hung over leaving my booty call watch the sunrise
Head over I-5 headed North but there’s no sign of sunshine
Empty brandy bottles spilled on the forgotten memories
Know I gotta let her go I’m just to selfish to set it free
Life forced release, two hours later I just got up and bounced
If she could only see me now head lost swallowed and drowned
The path is up but I followed it down
A man gone and hollowed out because you opened it up
You can’t start over now
What’s to keep going for?
Validated by drunken whores
Bloody knuckles so numb and sore from punching these rusty doors
Freeway signs underpasses man stranded dusty mattress
This world is bipolar, beautiful for some for others the fuckin’ saddest
So sick of lugging baggage
All I got is drugs and alcohol and these cuts of passion
Brain serenade razorblade, punk madness
Pain is love plug the drain but the rain keeps crashing like

[Hook]

Macklemore – Keep Marching lyrics

[Verse 1: XP]
Still trying to figure out what I find comfortin’
And who’s gonna take account for all this sufferin’?
It’s not always gloomy, I’m assuming if you sing too
It might give me the power to wake up a-gain
Let’s be honest, it’s kind of hard to find beauty here
And a cobweb of a long leg, solace it would appear
Solid, Mr. blockhead with a wooden spirit
Tell the doctor we’re all dead and it’s looking serious
I’ve been at shows where the acted like they couldn’t hear it
So I substituted my saliva for truth serum
This crooked look is piercing, it could burn a hole through you
I see through your two-faced ways despite the both of you
Askin’ for a penny in a mechanical city
Black phantom of the back alleys, poet of the square smokers
Rappin’ filthy where the animals with guilty pasts
Ration out their fat yellow bellies or the share holders

[Hook]
Damn it’s cold here
Will the people start dancing when the smoke clears?
I need a reason to keep walkin’
Day dreamin’ of the evil in my walkman
Say a prayer for the people in the audience
Say a prayer for the people in their coffins
And keep walkin’

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
Vanish through the alleyways (ghosts)
Past the green room
And have drink tickets to the point where I can’t perceive truth
If God is in the building then I can’t see you
Even if they put their hands up in the air that won’t redeem you (shows)
It’s the place where they start fables
They spend money on jack and coke but are flat broke when they hit the merch table
Now we hand out for the wolves and the people that are hungry
And won’t sacrifice records to get some cheddar with their lunch meat
I just pray for that some day, but around here we get more rain then we ever get a sun break
It’s never enough to get something and I wish I could say that I was humble enough to be blessed at some king
But it feels like hip hop’s dead, I don’t know who killed it
The poison in the pen or in the heads of who built it
If I don’t know the ledge how can I expect that the children won’t jump to their death when they question what real is?

[Hook]
The air is cold here
Will the people start dancing when the smoke clears?
I promise that I’ll leap first
Just a starving artist surviving off eating my words
Say a prayer for the people in their coffins
Say a prayer for the people in the audience
Keep walkin’

[Outro Talking]

Macklemore – Fake ID lyrics

[Intro]
Ladies and gentleman, my name is Macklemore. This is my music, and it feels so damn good right about now. Check it, I got a story, yo, it goes a little something like

[Verse 1]
When I was seventeen I was staying in NYC
And my homie told me where I could get a fake ID
“Ayo, son, you better get that shit when you in NY” (okay)
So I hopped on the subway and I gave it a try
To my pleasant surprise the ID looked fine
5’9″, blues eyes, born in ninteen-seventy-nine
Nervous as hell, I went to the store with my homie
Came out and yelled “Dawg, they sold me a 40”
Yeah, you know that I was the man
Buying the contraband with a fake ass hologram
No more looking for bums, standing in the rain
Stranded on Broadway and giving ’em all my change
For the rest of the summer man I was on fades
Seventeen, had it made, getting drunk everyday
Ayy, I got treated a whole new way
Because of a piece of plastic that proved I was of age

[Interlude]
You know what I’m saying, all of a sudden you get this little piece of plastic and you’re in the club. Seventeen like bah! Check it out, it’s like this, yo

[Verse 2]
Now for the next three years I had so much fun
Getting drunk in hip-hop clubs where you had to be twenty-one
Then one day I was walking and I saw a sign
That said KRS-One twenty-one up and live
That’s hella tight
Ayo I heard he always ripped it
So I hopped up in my Civic and went out to buy a ticket
When I got up the the door the bouncer checking ID’s
Looks at mine and he’s like “Nah, we don’t take these”
I tried to reach and grab my shit back
But the mother fucker was tougher than Shaq, on crack
I should of punched him, but I would have reached his knee cap
And that probably wouldn’t have hurt him very much
He kept laughing and smilin’, he called me a dumb shit
And if I would of let myself I would have cried in public
Oh no, I’m like “Give it back, bro!”
But no, my ID was jacked by the Caucasian Deebo

[Bridge]
Ha I’m laughing right now but at the time it really was not funny and it’s still not very funny. Fucker

[Verse 3]
Bitch why you got to take my ID?
Why do I have to be 21 to drink a Long Island Iced Tea?
I hate bouncers with their bald heads and ten foot tall legs
And shirts that they outgrew when they were like ten
*Get ’em*
Your mother is dumb for having you
You’re a bouncer because you have a small dick and as a kid everyone laughed at you
*Get ’em*
You’re too big and you never seemed to listen
You look injected with the shit they give to KFC chickens
*Get ’em*
I don’t like ya, at all I despise you
If I was tall I would fight you
If I was a dog I would bite you
Every single day you make people cry
And your job is to go and ruin teenager’s lives
Ok I’m going too far bouncers aren’t all bad
I’m sure they make great husbands and really strong dads
But hopefully you learned a lesson from me
Never take an MC’s fake ID
Yup, I said never take an MC’s fake ID
You could be buff and tough, it don’t matter to me
Cause you’re going to get burned if you step to MCs

Iggy Azalea – O.M.G. lyrics

[NOT FULL]

He ain’t got a chance with a bitch like me
He ain’t rich enough, rich enough (No)
Calls need to stop he ain’t calling ’bout the guap
I ain’t picking up, picking up
Y’all little hoes can’t sit by the pool
You ain’t thick enough, thick enough
Weave so long and the pussy so wet
Go eat it up beat it up

(x2)
Oh My God, this shit different
Oh My God, Gucci slippers
Oh My God, my wrist vicious
Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings

What’s the difference between me and you? (Who?)
1200 dollars Gucci shoes (Ooh!)
I know the facts will make you feel a way
Took three years off and i’m still paid (Uh huh!)
What’s the difference between yours and mine
Credit cards that just don’t decline (No bitch!)
It’s overpriced but I still don’t mind
I spent 1000 dollars on a glass of wine

Y’all mathematicians tryna split the tab
Bitch you know you shouldn’t ate the crab
Louis purse but you kept the tag
Bitch you know you finna take it back
Tit for tat you know get the bag
You know pussy fat, you know waist snatched
I’m in the quarter mill with the ceiling cracked
While you in your feelings i ain’t feeling that (Naah!)

Ride for me, ain’t no fucking bang you can die for me
If you hit it then you know you can ride with me
How i keep him with me ain’t no cavalry
Pardon me, i’m too audacious
Don’t want no tickets, i ain’t talking seditious
[???] then i switch up locations
I’ve got no more fucks, so don’t ask for donations (Woo!)
Better get your bag up

Oh My God, this shit different
Oh My God, Gucci slippers
Oh My God, my wrist vicious
Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings

Oh My God
Biggest bitch ever!

Iggy Azalea – God & Loving You lyrics

[NOT FULL]

Reasons to believe don’t feel like reasons at all
Love i lie in the dark light me up when you call

[verse?]
Future on the thinest of ice
But we all covered in gold
As we lay in this bed
Room all covered in hope
Dreams of the perfect elope
Don’t wake me up if you go
Don’t wanna depend on you
Don’t wanna be effected by the things you decide to do
I only fear God & loving you

Iggy Azalea – Savior lyrics

(feat. Quavo of Migos)

[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
Been around the world and I, I, I, I can’t find my baby
Things gettin’ crazy, losin’ my patience
Why you keep me waitin’? Goin’ through the phases
Got me walkin’ out the house all done up
Just in case I see your face and you decide to run up
Yeah, I’m in a different place, I need someone to hold on to
I been sendin’ up a prayer hope the call gets through

[Pre-Chorus: Iggy Azalea]
‘Cause my heart beats for you only
I wonder if you even know me
Countin’ down every moment
That I wait for ya, I wait for ya
I wonder if you even notice, lately
I’ve been feelin’ hopeless
Easy to lose focus, but I’ll wait for ya

[Chorus: Quavo]
I’ve been looking for a savior (hey)
I’ve been looking for a savior (hey)
I’ve been looking for a real one to hold on to (hey)
I’ve been looking for a savior, savior, yeah, to save me

[Post-Chorus: Iggy Azalea & Quavo]
Ah-ay, na-na-na-aye
Ah-ay, na-na-na-aye (yeah)
Ah-ay, na-na-na-aye (I’ve been looking for a savior)
Ah-ay, na-na-na-aye (savior, yeah, to save me)

[Verse 2: Iggy Azalea]
I feel like God playin’ tricks on me, got a fix on me
Feel the weight of the world like I got a brick on me
Had a dance with the devil and he got a grip on me
I’m just tryna get to heaven, hope you got a ticket for me, huh
I’ve been sending up prayers, I need feedback
Past full of sin, can someone delete that?
My path got muddy, I feel like my feet trapped
Can you give me the strength now to beat that?

[Pre-Chorus: Iggy Azalea]
‘Cause my heart beats for you only
I wonder if you even know me
Countin’ down every moment
That I wait for ya, I wait for ya
I wonder if you even notice, lately
I’ve been feelin’ hopeless
Easy to lose focus, but I’ll wait for ya

[Chorus: Quavo]
I’ve been looking for a savior (hey)
I’ve been looking for a savior (hey)
I’ve been looking for a real one to hold on to (hey)
I’ve been looking for a savior, savior, yeah, to save me

[Bridge: Iggy Azalea]
Saving my love for you, saving my love for you (hey, saving it)
Saving it all for you, saving it all for you (all for you, uh)
Saving my love for you, saving my love for you (hey, saving it)
Saving it all for you, saving it all for you (uh)

[Chorus: Quavo & Iggy Azalea]
I’ve been looking for a savior (ah-ay, na-na-na-aye)
I’ve been looking for a savior (ah-ay, na-na-na-aye)
I’ve been looking for a real one to hold on to
I’ve been looking for a savior (ah-ay, na-na-na-aye)
Savior, yeah, to save me

[Outro: Iggy Azalea & Quavo]
Been around the world and I, I, I (hey, I’ve been looking for a)
Been around the world and I, I, I (hey, I’ve been looking for a)
Been around the world and I, I, I (hey)
I’ve been looking for a savior, savior, yeah, save me

Iggy Azalea – Survive The Summer lyrics

[NOT FULL]

[Intro]
Ahem, special announcement, rich bitches don’t die
And that’s why you won’t survive the summer!
Amen

You won’t survive the summer. Damn! Uh!
They getting dumber and dumber
Dumber and dumber and dumber and dumber
Shit! You won’t survive the summer

Summer’s over, its a cold front
Trynna’ stop me is a witch hunt
Lemme’ drop a lil’ wisdom
Crack kills you a victim
You a victim you a victim

If i don’t like it then i switch (Uh)
Label tripping so I switch (Uh)
Which one? Which one?
Bring the bag and it’s done

Iggy Azalea – Tokyo Snow Trip lyrics

[SNIPPET LYRICS]

[Verse]
Nonchalant and i kill ’em
Team captain of the villains
They don’t wanna see me winning
And I don’t wanna see you live bitch
Just messed up, you out in denim
Queen cobra with the venom
Bad bitches in the rhythm
Get the fuck up off my drip bitch

[Hook]
Get the fuck up off my drip bitch
Get the fuck up off my drip bitch
Get the fuck up off my drip bitch

Iggy Azalea – Hey Iggy lyrics

[NOT FULL]

Nosey hoes talkin bout my brand new nose…
But my bank account got some brand new 000000000000’ssssssss
HEY IGGY!

Iggy Azalea – Kawasaki lyrics

[NOT FULL]

Come trynna stop me
He wanna pop a wheelie
Ride him like a kawasaki
Big Phantom grille
Cook the streets like hibachi

[Outro:]
He wanna pop a wheelie
Ride him like a kawasaki
Kawasaki, kawasaki, kawasaki…

Macklemore – NxNW Remix lyrics

(feat. Blue Scholars & Kiwi)

[Verse 1: MC Geologic]
Now we live from the side of the last of the four corners
Just short of the northern international border
Was born a town upon the pond that all the people call The Sound
It’s time to call ‘em out, you standin’ up or fallin’ down?
Saba dug inside a crate and Jake responded, he was on it
We interpreted the sample, canceled
The opportunist on the corner acting stupid
We plotting to take it back
The crying and dedication on Gentrification Ave
No imitation of way back, preservationist rap
We honor the past maybe to move it toward the future
From fresh tracks to Emerald Street, its foundation
And Mr. Anthony Grey paved the way and now we chase him
But they didn’t have the patience to place it as a priority
Herbs and haters never have served the greater majority
Words will never capture the glory of our story
Performing but never forgetting who came before me
In the Northwest, Northwest, Northwest, Northwest

[Verse 2: DJ Sabzi]
I’m from the city where it rains at
Where we bring the pain at
Put you lame cats where the lames at
We fly, we fresh, we hood
And in the Northwest, Seattle …
I’m good with that nonsense
See I’m on everything constant
So you better ask him who I’m is
The lost city is the last one standing
We came through the forks so the crown we demand it

[Verse 3: Kiwi]
The town is enhancing at the current date and time
And in the state of refinement definitive way to climb
When its sink or swim
You want to test us? Better think again
Going hard ‘til we reach the end
One day at a time I just move faster, I just move forward, I just move past ya
This is a new chapter from here on after
206, North by Northwest, we [?]

[Verse 4: Thig Natural]
I’m from the city of rain and we came to spit flame
But come equipt with many mix that could solicit your dame
I’m kind of sick with it mane
I’m from the city where you probably find ‘em twisted in chain
I keep it natural that’s the name
I love my town so damn much I never change
But I will speak to you through rhythms and over melodies
Travel the Emerald City with visions that you’ll never see
And clowns that front ain’t worth my energy
So here’s the remedy
Northwest, northwest, northwest, northwest

[Verse 5: Macklemore]
I was that kid on 23rd and Alder
With the ghettoblaster, got jacked, ran and told my mama
Came back, quarterback, playing Steve Largent
With lines and stay on your mind like Brian Bosworth
Aw heck no, this the best coast
Since Vita was ridin’ rays on the metro
One radio station they’re really not playing it
We need Kube like we need to build another stadium
From Chop to Showbox to the spots that we playin’ at
We rock it like this rock, rock turn it hella quickly
There really isn’t anything that you could tell my city
The crowds gonna be like, “Oh wow, that was hella filthy”
(“That was hella filthy, though”)
I brought my shelltoes with me, long-ass march, but the clientele’s listening
Now while I’m at it I’ll throw in a backpack
Put the Northwest on the map, then go out and sell fifty

[Hook x2]
Anybody contest, North by Northwest
And it’s still no rest cause we’re not finished yet
We’re broke, but not broken
Cold, but not frozen
Lost but not forgotten, we’re kickin’ the doors open

Macklemore – The Club lyrics

[Verse 1]
Thank God it’s Friday
Got my paycheck and I’m going home
Leaving my job, on the highway, turn up my stereo
Because last weekend sucked
But this one’s gonna be different
Because it’s fucking Friday, I’m getting drunk and we gonna kick it
Then my friend’s like, “Hey man, what’s going on?” (“I don’t know”)
We all know though that we’re gonna get drunk at the club
Get it crunk to the same shit we did the week before
Meet at the store
Free funking in my house
In high school it was drinking games
Bad house parties in Ike’s house
But now we go on the town
We gotta hit the club
We gotta spend them bucks
And we gotta get it crunk
Seven for a drink and fifteen cash at the entrance
And thank heavens Wells Fargo’s got overdraft protection
We walked up in
Yes, they’re spinning R.Kelly’s remix to the remix about a chick and skeeted on her belly
The females (woop, woop) they’re done and there’re plenty
I got two dollars… ah, charge it, bartender a round of Henny!

[Hook]
We’re going to the club, club
Pour me another one, gotta get numb, numb
Hopefully end up with a girl I can fuck, fuck
Oops, baby you know that I meant love, love
Who’s coming with me back to my tub, tub?
“Now, Macklemore, you know you ain’t got no hot tub, man,” tub, tub
Shut up man, she don’t know us, us
Everybody toast your glasses, tonight’s the best night ever
Now who’s getting hammered?

[Verse 2]
I’m on the wall drunk as fuck
Like this sucks, I’m hella bored
Decided to cut the rug with a female, like stellar on the floor
Break her off her stiletto, sore
Thought she was Puerto Rican, started talking
I’m like, “Woops, it’s a honky, she’s just hella orange”
My homie’s like, “Mack, what you tell her for? She was feeling you”
“Dawg, I could peel her foo, this is Washington not Florida”
The white girls are looking for some big black dick
The black girls are all, “Yeah he’s cute for a white guy, but that’s about it”
Asians kicking with Asians
And the Latinos are too beautiful
Wish I could confidently be like, “Girl you don’t know what I could do to you”
Get her back to the pad and probably bust in my pants
She’d be like, “Ooh, ah, pappy,” I’d be like… sorry
Think I’mma buy you a drink? Better find you a shrink
(“I’m rich bitch, psych”)
I sling CDs and grind tapes, bet your boyfriend can’t spit
Get the clit to vibrate
I should have stayed home, I get more chicks on MySpace

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
There’s that sweaty girl (sweaty girl)
In the corner on e-bomb
Thinking she’s in a Missy video but really looks like a retard
And there’s the wall muggers (wall muggers)
That shout just to seem hard
And there’s the ball suckers (ball suckers)
That fight and just seem odd
I spent seventy-five dollars and these drinks don’t work
Who the hell’s this ugly, taint skank?
Why are my friends in pink shirts?
My hat’s too big
My air-force’s were clean when I came here
Now they’re stained in beer
And who peed on my white tee?
I thought this was the spot, I was supposed to get jocked
There’s a dude talking on chickens and they’re clucking for cocks
Funny thing is, we’re all insecure
That’s why we call the bartender and tell him to give us a beer
Until our judgement is blurred and little voices slush and they slur
We getting faded, waking up hungover and going to work
Do it every weekend, this is the life
You better peep it
And it ain’t no secret the club sucks, but do we go?
Better believe it!

[Hook]

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