Thrift Shop lyrics - Macklemore (feat. Wanz)

Hey, Macklemore! Can we go thrift shopping?

What, what, what, what... [many times]

Bada, badada, badada, bada... [x9]

[Hook:]

I'm gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up

This is fucking awesome

[Verse 1:]

Nah, walk up to the club like, "What up? I got a big cock!"

I'm so pumped about some shit from the thrift shop

Ice on the fringe, it's so damn frosty

That people like, "Damn! That's a cold ass honkey."

Rollin' in, hella deep, headin' to the mezzanine,

Dressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are green

Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me

Probably shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets

(Piiisssssss)

But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it)

Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments

Passin' up on those moccasins someone else's been walkin' in

Bummy and grungy, fuck it, man

I am stuntin' and flossin' and

Savin' 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 kneeboard

Hello, hello, my ace man, my Mello

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 "Aw, he got the Velcros"

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:]

What you know about rockin' a wolf on your noggin?

What you knowin' about wearin' 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 her stuntin'

I'm at the Goodwill, you can find me in the (Uptons)

I'm not, I'm not stuck, I’m searchin' in that section (Uptons)

Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy

I'll take those flannel zebra jammies, second-hand, I rock that motherfucker

The built-in onesie with the socks on that 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 fifty dollars for a T-shirt."

Limited edition, let's do some simple addition

Fifty 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 a 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

Tryna get girls from a brand and you hella won't

Man you hella won't

(Goodwill... poppin' tags... yeah!)

[Hook]

[Bridge:]

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 (damn right)

I look incredible (now come on man)

I'm in this big ass coat (big ass coat)

From that thrift shop down the road (let's go)

[Hook]

Is that your grandma's coat?

Thin Line lyrics - Macklemore (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 who we are 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, wear 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 & blogs

I don’t hear a word, I know nothing at all

Just concerned about the world

Memorizing these songs

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 who we are but now it’s gone

Let’s leave before we eat each other alive

Alive

You are the love of my life

You are the love of my life

You are 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: I see me husband, 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 get all my heart throbbed

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 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

We love who we are but now it’s gone

Let’s leave before we eat each other alive

Alive

You are the love of my life

You are the love of my life

You are the love of my life

This time we know we know

It’s over

Same Love lyrics - Macklemore (with Ryan Lewis) (feat. Mary Lambert)

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?

Bunch of stereotypes all in my head.

I remember doing the math like, "Yeah, I'm good at little league"

A preconceived idea of what it all meant

For those that liked 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 predisposition

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

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

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 become so numb to what we're saying

A 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 at 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 till we're equal, damn right I support it

(I don't know)

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

We press play, don't press pause

Progress, march on

With the veil over our eyes

We turn our back on the cause

Till the day that my uncles can be united by law

When kids are walking 'round the hallway plagued by 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 is 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... sex

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

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

(I'm not crying on Sundays)

Love is patient

(not crying on Sundays)

Love is kind

(I'm not crying on Sundays)

Love is patient

(not crying on Sundays)

Love is kind

(I'm not crying on Sundays)

Love is patient

Love is kind

Make The Money lyrics - Macklemore

[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 won't swole 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]

[Bridge x2]

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]

Forget about the fame

I said forget about the fame

I'll forever remain faithful

Stay true, stay true, stay true

Neon Cathedral lyrics - Macklemore (feat. Allen Stone)

Aha

Uhm

1-2

[Verse 1: Macklemore]

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

Watch their 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 yet, 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 fright

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

Pured by their imperfections, everything that's burning

To Hell with the confessions, all the "Lord Have Mercy's"

Blessed in holy water, listen, 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

Callin' to the preacher but it's like the pastor isn't talking

Until the store opens 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 judgin' I don't want it

I got sins that scold 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 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

[Bridge: Macklemore]

Wouldn't miss it for the world

Baptized 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 fight

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

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

White Walls lyrics - Macklemore (feat. Schoolboy Q & Hollis)

I wanna be free, I wanna just live

Inside my Cadillac, that is my shit

Now I throw it up (now throw that up)

That’s what it is (that’s what it is)

In my C A D I L L A C bitch (bitch)

Can’t see me through my tints (nah ah)

I’m riding real slow (slow motion)

In my paint wet dripping shining like my 24’s (umbrella)

I don't got 24’s (no oh)

But I’m on those Vogues

That’s those big white walls, round them hundred spokes

Old school like old 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?

I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive

I got that gas pedal, leaned back, taking my time

I’m rollin' out, roof off, letting in sky

I shine, the city never looked so bright

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, junior, there's a bargain with this geezer

Got the keys in and as I was leaving I started screaming

I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive

Got that gas pedal, leaned back, taking my time

I’m rollin' out, roof off, letting in sky

I shine, the city never looked so bright

Backwoods and dope

White hoes in the backseat snorting coke

She doing line after line like she’s writing rhymes

I had it hella my love, tryna blow her mind

Cadillac pimpin’, my uncle was on

14 I stole his keys

Me and my niggas was gone

Stealin' portions of his liquor, water in his Patron

Drivin' smiling like I won the fucking lottery homes (fuckin' lottery homes)

Tires with the spokes on it and the Vogues, too

Mustard and mayonnaise, keeping the buns

All of my dogs hanging out the window

Young as whoosh, fucking like we ball

Tryna fuck em all, kill the fucking wimps

See what’s poppin’ at the mall, meet a bad bitch

Slap her booty with my palms

You can smoke the pussy, I was tearing down the walls

I’m motherfuckin’ awe...some

Son, swear these eyes 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?

This shit a Coupe de Ville so you’ll never know

So we cool with niggas, my nigga fuck the limit

Got a window tinted for showing gangstas in it

Slice off when the gas is finished, Q

I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive

Got that gas pedal, leaned back, taking my time

I’m rollin' out, roof off, letting in sky

I shine, the city never looked so bright

Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive

Got that gas pedal, leaned back, taking my time

I’m rollin' out, roof off, letting in sky

I shine, the city never looked so, looked so bright.

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]