Jimmy Iovine lyrics - Macklemore (feat. 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

(Steal myself a record deal.

Steal myself a record deal.

Steal myself a record deal.)

If I just went in and stole it the police would've noticed

Gotta be strategic, creeping, go in, leave with that motive

Hold up, my plan is forming, alright, case in this building

Watch these rappers that rappin' walk in and leave out with millions (millions)

Headed in and sway there, open that front door

Interscope printed out right by the entrance door closes

Not a metaphor, then I start towards

That front, that’s right, where you check in

Dressed in an uniform, acting like a janitor

All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?

Bloodthirsty for the money like a bull

Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)

Carrying 2 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, cover the in or out

His chair and I’m taking him hostage

I don’t give a fuck, step into the elevator press three

Now I’m headed up (Heist!)

What they don't know 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

But if I could get signed my luck 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

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

I made 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 yea, 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 (nice!)

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: we’ve been watching you, so glad you could make it

Your music, it’s so impressive in 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 (mm-hm)

– So it’s really like a loan.

– 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 20, booking agent gets 10

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 (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

Wing$ lyrics - macklemore

I was seven years old, when I got my first pair

And I stepped outside

And I was like, "Momma, this air bubble right here, it's gonna make me fly"

I hit back-court and when I jumped, I jumped, I swear I got so high

I touched the net, "Mom, I touched the net," this is the best day of my life

Air Max's were next,

That air bubble, that mesh

The box, the smell, the stuffin', the tread,

At school

I was so cool

I knew that I couldn't crease 'em

My friends couldn't afford 'em

Four stripes on their Adidas

On the court I wasn't the best, but my kicks were like the pros

Yo, I stick out my tongue so everyone could see that logo

Nike Air Flight, but that was so dope

And then my friend Carlos' brother got murdered for his Fours*, whoa

See he just wanted a jump shot, but they wanted his Starter coat, though

Didn't wanna get caught, from Genesee Park to Othello

You could clown for those Pro Wings, with the Velcro

Those were not tight

I was trying to fly without leaving the ground,

Cause I wanted to be like Mike, right

Wanted to be him,

I wanted to be that guy, I wanted to touch the rim

I wanted to be cool, and I wanted to fit in,

I wanted what he had, America, it begins

I want to fly

Can you take me far away?

Give me a star to reach for

Tell me what it takes

And I'll go so high

I'll go so high

My feet won't touch the ground

I stitch my wings

And pull the strings

I bought these dreams

That all fall down

We want what we can't have, commodity makes us want it

So expensive, damn, I just got to flaunt it

Got to show 'em, so exclusive, this that new shit

A hundred dollars for a pair of shoes I would never hoop in

Look at me, look at me, I'm a cool kid

I'm an individual, yeah, but I'm part of a movement

My movement told me be a consumer and I consumed it

They told me to just do it, I listened to what that swoosh said

Look at what that swoosh did

See it consumed my thoughts

Are you stupid, don't crease 'em, just leave 'em in that box

Strangled by these laces, laces I can barely talk

That's my air bubble and I'm lost if it pops

We are what we wear, we wear what we are

But see I look inside the mirror and think Phil Knight tricked us all

Will I stand for change or stay in my box

These Nikes help me define me, but I'm trying to take mine off

I want to fly

Can you take me far away?

Give me a star to reach for

Tell me what it takes

And I'll go so high

I'll go so high

My feet won't touch the ground

I stitch my wings

And pull the strings

I bought these dreams

That all fall down

It started out with what I wear to school

That first day, like these are what make you cool

And this pair, this would be my parachute

So much more than just a pair of shoes

Nah, this is what I am

What I wore, this is the source of my youth

This dream that they sold to you

For a hundred dollars and some change

Consumption is in the veins

And now I see it's just another pair of shoes

[* Air Jordan IV]

A Wake lyrics - Macklemore (feat. Evan Roman)

[Interlude]

I need love

You need love

Give me love

And I'll give you my love

[Verse 1]

They say thirty is the new twenty

And twenty is the new thirty shit I guess

Makes sense, cause fifteen year olds seem twenty

And twenty five year olds seem ten

I used to drink away my paycheck

Celebrate the mistakes I hadn't made yet

Our generation isn't the best on safe sex

We forget the latex, becoming Planned Parenthood patients

Synthetic heroin is the new basshead

So much to escape, fuck a straight edge

Walk around looking through a fake lens

Apps this good, whose got time to make friends?

I wish I didn't care

Acynical hispters with long hair

Cocaine problems, like my music

It's not my issue, I can't solve it

[Hook]

My flight has finally landed down

And the ground has stopped moving all around

Eyes open, awake for the very first time

We both forfeit this game of crime

[Verse 2]

They say it's so refreshing to hear somebody on records

No guns, no drugs, no sex, just truth

The guns that's America, the drugs are what they gave to us

And sex sells itself, don't judge her 'til it's you

Ah, I'm not more or less cautious

The rappers rappin' 'bout them strippers up on the pole, copping

These interviews are obnoxious

Saying that it's poetry is so well spoken, stop it

I grew up during Reaganomics

When Ice T was out there on his killing cops shit

Or Rodney King was getting beat on

And they let off every single officer

And Los Angeles went and lost it

Now every month there is a new Rodney on Youtube

It's just something our generation is used to

And neighbourhoods where you never see a news crew

Unless they're gentrifying, white people don't even cruise through

And my subconcious telling me stop it

This is an issue that you shouldn't get involved in

Don't even tweet, R.I.P Trayvon Martin

Don't wanna be that white dude, million man marchin'

Fighting for our freedom that my people stole

Don't wanna make all my white fans uncomfortable

But you don't even have a fuckin' song for radio

Why you out here talkin race, tryin' to save the fuckin' globe

Don't get involved with the causes in mind

White privilege, white guilt, at the same damn time

So we just party like it's nineteen ninty nine

Celebrate the ignorance while these kids keep dying

[Hook + Interlude]

Gold lyrics - macklemore (feat. Eighty4 Fly)

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

Yea, 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 get to give it away

My gold erupted from volcanoes in the heavens

And every shrine that existed in time melting

Tombs open, Dookie Ropes on the bells

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 there when you’re gone

Now I’ll tip over that kiosk in the mall

As the sunset falls into tomorrow

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

Goldschläger faded, 14 carat plated

So we’re feeling like gold

Five hundred thousand sold

Slick rick gold, Rope On, hella cold

Yea we’re feeling like gold

So fresh head to toes

Goldschläger faded, 14 carat plated

So we’re feeling like gold

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 sticking 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 pee 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 gold, five hundred thousand sold

Slick Rick Gold, Rope On, hella cold

And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toe

Goldschläger faded, 14 carat plated

So we’re feeling like gold

Oh oh oh oh oh

Today we’re feeling like gold

Oh oh oh oh oh

Gold coins, gold phone, gold car

Costs at least 10 racks to get 16 gold bars

Gold rush, suck on my gold dust stunting

Under these gold trunks, that’s two golden nugget, uh

Flyin' on the gold eagle, flier than the rest of ‘em

Pass the space needle, golden shower on pedestrians

Excuse me, that’s my bad, that’s my eagle and he shouldn’t of

My eagle got hair, that motherfucker got a mullet bruh

And it’s gold, two girls gold brass

Lounging on the water, feet in the gold sand

Sipping on Orangina, arms around them both pants

They’re sipping 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.

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

Goldschläger faded, 14 carat plated

So we’re feeling like gold

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

Goldschläger faded, 14 carat plated

So we’re feeling like gold

Oh oh oh oh oh

So we’re feeling like gold

Oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh

Starting Over lyrics - macklemore (feat. Ben Bridwell)

1, 2, nah.

Those 3 plus years, I was so proud of

And I threw ‘em all away for 2 Styrofoam cups

The irony, everyone will think that he lied to me

Made my sobriety so public, there’s no fuckin’ privacy

If I don’t talk about it then I carry a date

08-10-08, but now it’s been changed

and every wanna put me in some box as a saint that I never was,

it’s the 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?

Uh, 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 then look him directly into his face

The seat on your shoulder’s the seemingly heavy weight

Haven't seen tears like this on my girl

In a while the trust that I once built’s 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 gotta do and I can’t help it

One day at a time is what they tell us

Now I gotta find a way to tell them

God help ‘em

Yeah, one day at a time is what they tell us

Now I gotta find a way to tell them

We fall so hard

Now we gotta get back what we lost... lost...

I thought you’d go

But you were with me all along... along...

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 tweakin', hope that they don’t see it

Hope that no one is looking

That no one recognizes that failure under that hoodie

Was posted in the back with my hands crossed shooken

If they call on me I’m passing, 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 look down at the ground and say, "Thank you."

She tells me she has 9 months and that she’s so grateful

Tears in her eyes, looking like she’s gonna cry, fuck!

I barely got 48 hours, treated like I’m some wise monk

I wanna 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 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

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

We fall so hard

Now we gotta get back what we lost... lost...

I thought you'd go

But you were with me all along... along...

We fall so hard

Now we gotta get back what we lost... lost...

Cowboy Boots lyrics - macklemore

[Intro]

And we drink and get older

And some of us even try to get sober

Now here's to the assholes and the last calls

Well, city kids, you get what you ask for

[Bridge]

And acquaintances turn to friends, I hope those friends they remember me

Hold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memories

Not sure there is a way to express what you meant to me

Sit around a table and use those years as the centerpiece

[Hook 2x:]

Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill

Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real

Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar

Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR

[Verse 1]

Hold on to what you were, forget what you're not

The streets were ours that summer, at least those two blocks

Reminisce on those days, I guess that's OK, you wonder why

Some grow up, move on, close the chapter, live separate lives

The twenty-something confusion before the suit and tie

Strangers become mistakes but those mistakes made you feel alive

Hindsight is vibrant, reality: rarely lit

Memory's a collage pasted to the glue that barely sticks

Good Lord, they broke all my shields

Locked bathroom doors, graffiti, and high heels

Until you felt that altitude you don't know how high feels

Party mountain, some don't ever come down from around here

To be young again, I guess it's relative

The camel lights, the whiskey rye, sink into the skin

I fantasize about a second win

Grow a moustache, pick up another bad habit and let the games begin

[Hook 2x]

[Verse 2]

So here's to the nights, dancing with the band

Strangers into girlfriends from a one night stand

Brought a little liquor and turn up the Johnny Cash

You could bring a receipt to Heaven but you cannot take it back

And this is life, this is real, even when it feels like it isn't

I'd be a goddamn liar to say at times I didn't miss it

So deuces, I turn my back as I walk into the distance

Dip my feet in every once in a while, just to say I visit

Come and hold onto these nights

Trying to find our way home by the street light

Over time you figure out this is me, right

Learn a lot about your friends right around two A.M

[Bridge]

[Hook]

Castle lyrics - macklemore

Unicorns and wizard sleeves

Hammer pants and make believe

Pirate ships sailing off to sea

Will you come party with me in my castle, in my castle, in my castle, in my castle

This is for the freaks and for my magicians

Booty clapping, lap dancing technicians

Dance parties in the name of Great Britain

And American girls who love a Detroit Piston

Like Dennis Rodman, I got a rod, man (awww yeah!)

Long wong-dong in a soft hand

And a ping-pong pink schlong, let's all dance!

From England to Stockholm

I'm wearing a cape just like a poncho

I got a cutey and I'm making a beat on her booty

Like I was up on Aruba beating upon a bongo

I got a bottle of Martinelli's and dumping it all over anybody that's kicking it in the Grotto

And the neighbours keep tripping, I'm like "I'm in a castle",

Fuck your condo!

Unicorns and wizard sleeves

Hammer pants and make believe

Pirate ships sailing off to sea

Unicorns and wizard sleeves

Hammer pants and make believe

Pirate ships sailing off to sea

Will you come party with me in my castle, in my castle, in my castle, in my castle, in my castle

You like to party, I am a partier

You like to wander, I am a wanderer

Your thighs are the closet to Narnia

Is it cool if I go and get lost in that?

I'm the lion, the witch in the wardrobe

Massage my lap, I have a sore bone

Of course cold on the dance floor

Like an Eskimo's toes in the North Pole

With both toes poking out of two holes

In the Eskimo socks, I'm hot

Like a cauldron from a warlock

Wearing sweatpants in a sauna

Who's your father? I'm not

I'm motherfuckin' Raven Bowie and here's my cock

Rooster, Cock-a-doodle-doo sir

Take a hit of the hooka, now make it drop

Girl's booty was bigger than the stomach of Rick Ross

Holy mother mountain of tender tendon to get lost in

Bounce, bounce, that castle booty, that bottom

Make it wobble, wobbly-waddle 'til my third leg has to hobble

You don't want to look back on this night

And think I should have been freaking on a booty

Freak-freaking on a booty

Unicorns and wizard sleeves

Hammer pants and make believe

Pirate ships sailing off to sea

Will you come party with me in my castle, in my castle, in my castle, in my castle

This might be the best night that we have ever had

That-that we have ever had

That-that we have ever had

That-that we have ever had together

Eh, motherfucking, eh

Have you ever killed a coyote in the middle of a party

In the night, in the middle of a party

Have you ever killed a coyote in the middle of the night

In the middle of a party

Brought it home and threw it on the carpet

Sit and kill a coyote, I'm starving

Who wants to eat a coyote?

Who wants to eat a coyote?

Who wants to eat a coyote?

Bring my bagpipe, I grab my flute

Cause drunk King John is stealin' loot

Get on to the pole in a birthday suit, our suit

Where MJ is King, and Prince is prince

And Raven has ruled ever since

Unicorns and wizard sleeves

Hammer pants and make believe

Pirate ships sailing off to sea

Will you come party with me in my castle, in my castle, in my castle, in my castle, in my castle

My Oh My lyrics - Macklemore (with Ryan Lewis)

I used to sit with my dad in the garage

That sawdust that pine sol and the moss

Around every spring when the winter thaw

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

Edgars up to bat

Bottom of the 11th inning got the whole town listening,

Swung on and belted the words that started, Joey Cora rounds third

Here comes Griffey the throw to the plate's not in time

My oh my the Mariners win it

Yes, fire works they lit up ceiling in the king dome

We had just made history.

[Dave Niehaus announcing:]

And swung, 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!

Laces woven barley holdin' that stitch

The creases are 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 when me and my crew sun burnt arms

Big league chew, yeah we were like the sand lot after dinner

After practice we 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

Under that light rain gleaming in that night came, can't stop now

Keep moving no break pads came here to prove a point, live my life on the field

Make history in between the base path

And compete against the fear that is in me that's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break that

From the mud the cleats that we drug threw the feet this is that moment and you cannot take it back

I don't really collect cards anymore, just a box and some old card board

Memories embedded in the dust, in the fighters that age just like us livin' some where 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 decided to wave us in,

Right until he waves us in

It's my city my city childhood my life that's right 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.

Victory Lap lyrics - Macklemore

[Intro:]

And they say, "Don't forget where you come from

Don't die holding on to your words

Cause you know you got a whole world to change

But understand who you got to change first"

[Verse 1:]

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 hoping 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

Gimme a microphone and a beat box I could vent to

Music the only medium that I could find myself through

Recluse, sipping on some lean I would let loose

Looking in the mirror, watching myself lose

Cleaned up in '08, got a job making barely minimum wage

To get into that page

Hit the road with RL, performing in front of 8 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

8 People turn into sold out shows in a minute

And I'm watching my pops in the back row grinning

With his glass up to my mom, toasting his Guinness

[Hook:]

And we on (we on)

Good music, get lost in the ambiance

When day we'll leave here

But these words live on

Till then, we keep on making the songs

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:]

I remember that Freshman edition

Last year thinking to myself like

Yah, nah, I won't win it yet

I probably won't get it, but I'm gonna 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

2 women, both dimes

Not gonna lie, that shit sounds so nice

But I got creative control and my souls mine

I wouldn't trade it, maybe I'm crazy

I put on for my city

Seattle that raised me

Rule 4080, it's really not changing

Now a days make good music, the people are your label

[Hook:]

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:]

Oh my God, feels like a victory lap

Can I have that moment

Can I talk my shit

And they say, "Don't forget where you come from

Don't die holding on to your words

Cause you know you got a whole world to change

But understand who you got to change first"

Put 'em up, up up, up up

Up, up up, up up

Up, up up, up up

Macklemore, Ryan Lewis, Seattle

Put 'em up, up up, up up

Up, up up, up up (so high)

"The Vs. EP" (2009) (with Ryan Lewis)

• Vipassana lyrics - Macklemore
• Crew Cuts lyrics - Macklemore
• Life Is Cinema lyrics - Macklemore
• Otherside lyrics - Macklemore
• Kings lyrics - Macklemore
• Irish Celebration lyrics - Macklemore
• The End lyrics - Macklemore

Vipassana lyrics - Macklemore

Yesterday, forget it

Tomorrow is, nada

The present is, right here, through the breath, watch it

Atheist Jesus piece, hangin' on a cross

We sit and discuss God on lawn chairs

About how we got here,

What it is, what it isn't, shit

Fate versus faith, scrimmagin' with coincidence

Leave out the market and hold up on the business end

Focus on the genuine, with everything else, you can shed the skin

I was a couple moves away from being dead

In that ER overdosin', eyes bleedin' red

I fell in love, made an album, got a buzz

Lost it all, sobered up and guess what?

Now we meet again

And I'm back, finally just laughin'

Expectations are resentments waiting to happen

Studying the Dharma, Karma of a pastor and his practice

Bahá'u'lláh Buddha, God, to the mountaintop and I'm traveling

Learnin', yes, reflectin' on what matters

People, permanence, lack of attachments

It's space and time, a couple man-made distractions

The measure of a spirit that no human can ever capture

Church, this booth is my Vatican

I don't control life, but I can control how I react to it

Student of the breath, brick beats and balancin'

Desire versus truth until I finally find happiness

I was put here to do something before I'm lyin' in that casket

I'd be lyin' on the beat if I said I didn't know what that is

The world's a stage and we play a character, I found him

It took me 20 something years and a bunch of shitty sound checks

I'm not gonna be content, until I find gratitude

Regardless of my sales or the record deals they're handin' you

If the next generation takes our legacy and samples you

We'll have a bunch of mp3's and misled kids to pass 'em to

I use my veins to create the color I paint from

Delve into something 'til my heart becomes my paint brush

I told my mama I'm not stoppin' 'til my name's up

Thinkin' those comments on that blog is gonna save us

Searchin' for everything but Gods and validation

Get insecure and then we start blamin' the haters

Used to look to women to fill a part of me that was vacant

Truth, the only thing that I ever used in moderation

So I stare into this paper instead of sitting at a cubicle

Take all ugly shit inside and try to make it beautiful

Use the cement from rock bottom and make it musical

So the people can relate to where I've been,

Where I'm going, what I've seen, what I've heard

From the guts, fuck the glory

Just a person on a porch putting it all into recording

Many in my past and many that came before me

I just keep walkin' my path and blessed to share my story