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]

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]