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the unplanned mixtape
«And we danced, and we cried
and we laughed and had a really really really good time
Take my hand, let’s have a blast
And remember this moment for the rest of our lives
Our lives, our lives, our lives, our lives
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
‘Cause tonight’s the night
Am I right?
Dance!».
«Feels like night for a party
My nature so naughty
There’s a knock on the door, it’s the neighbours
Quick cock blocking
We're having a ho-down, you hoe’s down?
Don’t let me pull my hose out
‘Cause it’s big, long, pink, strong
And known to dance like all night long
Grab my hand, play this song
DJ save my life, come on
Leave your fear, back off the wall
Free of beat and pussy pop
If you don’t have a pussy
Pop a cock into a booty
To a booty».
«And we danced, and we cried
And we laughed and had a really really really good time
Take my hand, let’s have a blast
And remember this moment for the rest of our lives».
«I am not, I am not going to stand on the wall
I will dance, I will dance, I will break that ass off
And I see you in the corner, corner looking so small
Doing the robot like if I die tonight at least I went hard
I will not, I will not give a damn who watches me
I will live, I will live liberate the fox in me
I will be the discoball, freak and give my all
To whatever girl’s booty I'm freaking on
I'm not skeeting nah, it’s just freaking hot
Alright I skeeted
I will not be a mannequin
The ego banish it
The roof’s on fire
Let’s burn down the Vatican
I will moon walk to Pluto in honor of Michael Jackson
In heaven he’ll be saying that man is tight at dancing
RIP to the king, Michael Jackson, we learned it all from you
Dedicate this to the dance floor
Party up the sorrow ‘til tomorrow morning happens
We pledge allegiance to the DJ put your hands up».
«You see me looking at you from that bar right over there
But your friends are huddled up and they are hating on a player
I just want to dance with you, get on the back of you
Tip tap the boots, extract the truth
Da-Dance with you, get on the back of you
Da-Dance dance dance
Awesome».(And We Danced.)
«He rolled up, asked him what he was sippin’ on
He said lean, You want to hit it, dawg?
That’s the same stuff
Weezy’s sippin’ huh?
And tons of other rappers that be spittin’ hard
Yup yup five a bone
When he passed him that styrofoam the easter pink, heard it in a rhyme before
Finally got to see what all the hype was on
And then he took a sip, sittin’ in the Lincoln thinkin’ he was pimpin’ as he listen to the system
Little did he know that it was just as addictive as base
Not the kind of hit from the kick drum
Hot box, let the base bump
Take it to the face, gulp
Months later the use went up
Every blunt was accompanied by the pink stuff
But Goddamn he loved that feelin’
Purple rain coated in the throat
Just so healin’
Medicine alleviate the sickness
liquid affix and it comes with a cost
wake up, cold sweat, scratchin’, itchin’
trying to escape the skin that barely fit him
gone, get another bottle just to get a couple swallows
headed towards the bottom couldn’t get off it
Didn’t even think he had a problem
Though he couldn’t sleep without getting’ nauseous
Room spinnin’, thinkin’ he might of sipped just a little bit too much of that cough syrup
His eyelids closed shut
Sat back in the chair clutchin’ that cup
girlfriend came and a couple hours later said his name shook him but he never got up».
«He never got up, he never got up
We live on the cusp of death thinkin’ that it won’t be us
It won’t be us, it won’t be us, it won’t be us
Nah, it won’t be us».
«Now he just wanted to act like them
He just wanted to rap like him
Us as rappers underestimate the power and the effects that we have on these kids
Blunt passed, ash in a tin, pack being pushed, harassed by the feds
The fact of it is most people that rap like this talkin’ about some shit they haven’t lived».
«Surprise, you know the drill
Trapped in a box, declined record sales
Follow the formula violence, drugs, and, sex sells
So we try to sound like someone else
This is not Californication
There’s no way to glorify this pavement
Syrup, percocet, and an eighth a day will leave you broke, depressed, and emotionally vacant
Despite how Lil Wayne lives
It’s not conducive to being creative
And I know ‘cause he’s my favorite
And I know ‘cause I was off that same mix
Rationalize the shit that I’d try after I listen to dedication
But he’s an alien, I’d sip that shit, pass out or play Playstation
Months later I’m in the same place
No music made, feeling like a failure
And trust me it’s not dope to be 25 and move back to your parent’s basement
I’ve seen my people’s dreams die
I’ve seen what they can be denied
And “weeds not a drug” – that’s denial
Groundhog Day life repeat each time
I’ve seen oxycontin take three lives
I grew up with them, we used to chief dimes
I’ve seen cocaine bring out the demons inside
Cheatin’ and lyin’
Friendship cease, no peace in the mind
Stealin’ and takin’ anything to fix the pieces inside
Broken, hopeless, headed nowhere
Only motivation for what the dealer’s supplying
That rush, that drug, that dope
Those pills, that crumb, that roach
Thinkin’ I would never do that, not that drug
and growing up nobody ever does
Until your stuck, lookin’ in the mirror like I can’t believe what I’ve become
Swore I was goin’ to be someone
And growing up everyone always does
We sell our dreams and our potential
To escape through that buzz
Just keep me up, keep me up
Hollywood here we come».(Otherside.)
the heist
«Hey, Macklemore! Can we go thrift shopping?
What, what, what, what...».
«I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I’m, I’m, I’m hunting, looking for a come up, this is fucking awesome».
«Walk into the club like what up? I got a big cock
I’m just pumped up off some shit from the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe is so damn frosty
The people like “Damn, that’s a cold ass honky”
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 shoulda washed this, smells like R.Kelly sheets, piss
But shit, it was 99 cents, buy it, cop it and washing it
‘Bout to go and get some compliments, passing up on those moccasins
Someone else has been walking in, bummy and grudgy, fucking it
I am stunting and plus it is saving money and I’m hella happy
That’s a bargain bitch, I’mma take your grandpa style
I’mma take your grandpa style, no for real, ask your grandpa
Can I have his hand-me-downs? Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers
Dookie Brown leather jacket that I found digging
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 Miller
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”».
«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 fab button up shirt
‘Cause right now, I’m up in here stunting
I’m at the Goodwill, you can find me in the Uptons
I’m that sucker, sucker searching in the section
Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy
I’ll take those flannel zebra jammies, second hand and I’ll rock that motherfucker
They built a onsie 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 only 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 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
Trying to get girls from a brand? Then you hella won’t, then you hella won’t».
«I wear your granddad's clothes, I look incredible
I’m in this big coat from that thrift shop down the road
I wear your granddad's clothes, I look incredible
I’m in this big coat from that thrift shop down the road».(Thrift Shop.)
«Return of the Mack - get up
What it is, what it does, what it is, what it isn’t
Looking for a better way to get up out of bed
Instead of getting on the internet and checking a new hit
We get up, fresh out, pimp strut walking
Little bit of humble, little bit of cautious
Somewhere between like, Rocky and Cosby, Sweater Gang
Nope, Nope. y’all can’t copy that
Bad, moonwalkin', This here, is our party
My posse's been on broadway, and we did it our way
Grown music
I shed my skin and put my bones into everything I record to it
And yet I’m on
Let that stage light go and shine on down
Got the Bob Barker suit game and Plinko in my style
Money
Stay on my craft and stick around for those pounds
But I do that to pass the torch and put on for my town
Trust me, on my I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T shit hustling
Chasing dreams since I was 14
With the 4 track, bussing
Halfway cross that city with the backpack, fat cat, crush shit
Labels out here, nah they can’t tell me nothing
We give it to the people, spread it across the country
Labels out here, nah they can’t tell me nothing
We give it to the people, spread it across the country
«And then we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we’ll fight till it’s over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
Like the ceiling can’t hold us
«Now, can I kick it? Thank you
Yeah I’m so damn grateful
I grew up really wanting gold fronts
But that’s what you get when Wu-Tang raised you
Y’all can’t stop me, I go hard like I've got an 808 in my heart beat
And I’m eating at the beat
Like you gave a little speed to a great white shark on shark week
(Why? Time to go off. Gone)? Deuces, goodbye
I've got a world to see;
And my girl, She wanna see Rome
Caesar’ll make you a believer
Nah, I never ever did it for a throne
That validation comes
So I’m giving it back to the people now
Sing that song and it goes like...
Raise those hands, this is our party
We came here to live life like nobody was watching
I got my city right behind me;
If I fall they got me
Learn from that failure, gain humility
Then we keep marching, I said».(Can’t Hold Us.)
«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».
«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 its 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 its 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, cant 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
its my city my city childhood my life Niehaus My oh My Rest in peace».(My Oh My.)
«When I was in the 3rd 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 who like the same sex had the characteristics
The right-wing conservatives think its a decision
And you can be cured with some treatment and religion
Man-made, rewiring of a predisposition
Playing God
Ahh 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
35 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».
«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
Yeah, we don’t have acceptance for 'em
Call each other faggots
Behind the keys of a message board
A word routed 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 and skin color
Complexion of your pigment
The same fight that lead 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
And that Holy Water
That you soak in
Is then 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
I don’t know».
«We press play
Don’t press pause
Progress, march on!
With a veil over our eyes
We turn our back on the cause
‘Till the day
That my uncles can be united by law
Kids are walkin’ around the hallway
Plagued by pain in their heart
A world so hateful
Someone 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».
«Love is patient, love is kind
Love is patient (not cryin’ on Sundays)
Love is kind (not crying on Sundays)».(Same Love.)
«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)
Can’t see me through my tints (nah ah)
I’m riding real slow (slow motion)
In my paint wet drippin shinin' like my 24’s (umbrella)
I ain’t got 24’s (na-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?».
«I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive
Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time
I’m blowin’ that 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 in
Looking down from heaven like damn that’s stylish
Smilin’, don’t pay attention to the mileage
Can I hit the freeway? I’m legally 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 problem with this geezer
Got the keys in and as I was leaving I started screaming».
«Backwoods and dope
White hoes in the backseat snorting coke
She doing line after line like she’s writing rhymes
I had her inhaling my love, tryna blow my 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
Drivin and 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 on
My dogs hanging out the window
Young as whoosh, fuckin like we ball
Tryna fuck em all, kill the fuckin whips
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?
Give 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 showing gangstas in it
Slide ‘till the gas is finished».(White Walls.)
«Uh
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 out of your lungs
And those words be the oxygen
Just breathe
Amen, regardless I’mma say it
Felt like I got signed the day that I got an agent
Got an iTunes check, shit man I’m paying rent
About damn time that I got out of my basement
About 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».
«Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands
Ten thousands hands, they carry me
Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands
Ten thousands hands, they carry me».
«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’mma be him
Put the gloves on, sparring with my ego
Everyone’s greatest Escitaloden
Celebrate that achievement
Got some attachments, some baggage I’m actually working on leaving
See, I observed Escher
I love Basquiat
I watched Keith Harring
You see I study art
The greats weren’t great because at birth they could paint
The greats were great cause they 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 did 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».
«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».
«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 an 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 an encore
But there's no encore today
Cause the moment is now
Can’t get it back from the grave».
«Welcome to the heist».(Ten Thousands Hours.)
«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».
«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 a tenor, check them phone calls
Texting 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».
«You’re 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».
«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».
«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 saw, a shock 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».
«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».(Thine Line.)
«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 had done 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».
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».
«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 the 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, a necklace
What I really need is a job off craig’s list
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».
«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».
«Forget about the fame
I said forget about the fame
I’ll forever remain faithful
Stay true, stay true, stay true».(Make The Money.)
«Aha
Uhm
1-2
Round here they sing broken hymns
They prayers flow better when I’m soaked in gin
The air is rusty and sits in the corner
Bad 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 bandade, 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 didn’t left it by the 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 bail themselves, I die in wait here
One more, four more, bucket a night cap
Service starts at 5 tomorrow and I’ll be right back».
«Underneath this fragile fate
Lives a battle between pride and shame
But I’ve misplaced that sense of fight
This crown of thorns is crunched inside my spine
But listen closely as I testify
Dependency has been a thief at night
Thief at night, thief at night».
«I read the Bible but I forgot the verses
The liquor store is open later than the churches
Pure by their imperfections, everything is burning
To hell with the confessions, oh the Lord immerses
Blessed in holy water, the sin of Holy Father
Have you ever smelled bless that smells atmonic vodka
11 AM in the morning and you can’t get it off yet
Comment to the preacher but it’s like the pastor isn’t talking
Until the store opens I can read up on that doctrine
The people close to me say I’m in need of a doctor
Think that I got a problem but these are not apostils
This 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 tins that scole like my throat when I hit the bottle
And I’m sinking and that’s why I keep on drinking
I need a refill, bar 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».
«Wouldn’t miss it for the world
Baptized in my vices and the bar is my church
Traded my artist and I conned off the easel
Spend it all searching for God at the neon cathedral».
«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».(Neon Cathedral.)
«I put my life on the line
I’m on and bassin’, I’m fine
Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it
They ain’t giving it, I’m taking it».
«I’m taking it, taking it, I ain’t giving it
I’m taking it, taking it, I ain’t giving it
I’m taking it, taking it, I ain’t giving it
I’m taking it, taking it, I need all that shit».
«Nobody winnin’ this slogurr
The police would’ve noticed
Gotta be strategic, I’m creepin’
Go and leave with that motive
Hold up, my plan is stormin’
All right, casin’ this building
Watch these rappers step back
And walk in and leave that with millions
Cut of that sweater, open that front door
And it’s gold printed out by the entrance door closes
Then a metaphor, then I start chorus
That part, that’s right, meaning shotgun
Dressed in an uniform, looking like a general
All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?
Bloodthirsty and I’m eatin’ like a bull
Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)
Carrying 2 cans of paint
Security looks at me awkward
I say therefore I’m late
Getting Jimmy out his office
And my breath ‘bout to fade
I’m scared to death of these stalks me
Heart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby
And see I break it 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
This chair and I’m picking them hostages
I don’t give a fuck, step into the elevator preston
Now I’m headed up (east)
Where they don’t know there’s a gram I the paint can
And I’m ready and willing to bust ‘em, fuck ‘em
Sprick, stuck in this recession not what you think
But if I get out my luck is destined
Might be good, depends on ink
And secretary at the front of the entrance staring right at me
I walk out, she whispers go ahead and then gives me a wink».
«If I pass security, the secretary, the cubicals
But it’s weird, it’s like this room I’ve walked into is unusual
Better be styli and beautiful
Better be alive and like musical
But it feels like someone died, it’s got the vibe of a funeral
These numbers on the chalkboard
See these box, they cardboard
All these the blocks that got dropped and never got to be sophomores».
«Nothing goes down, I’m just sitting around
Waiting for albums that never come out
Complainin’ the day have nobody in the house
Wonderin’ within if they hardcore
I start pickin’, am I in the right place? Just walk towards
See Glocks on the wall
Oh yea, and the second dose will be all yours».
«Finally see an office with a melted sign, heaven sent
Big block silver letters, read it out loud: President
This was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jack
I can feel 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 gets so impressive in this whole bang you created
You one hell of a bang, 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
It’s really like a loan, a loan? Come on, no
1-2, 360 degrees, we will beat your goals
You’ll get it done in the murks that you sell out on the road
Along with the third of the money you make when you’re out doing your show
Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10
So shit, after taxes you and Ryan have 7%?
Just split
That’s not bad, I’ve seen a lot worse
None will give you a better offer than us
I replied I appreciate the offer, though that this is what I wanted
Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked».(Jimmy Iovine.)
«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 that 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 Maxes were next
That air bubble, that mesh
The box, the smell, the stuffin, the tread, in 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 bad 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 a Starter coat though
Didn’t wanna get caught, from Genesee Park to Othello
You'd get clowned 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
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, yea, 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, and I’m trying to take mine, off».
«They 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».(Wings.)
«I need love
You need love
Give me love
And I’ll give you my love».
«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
And cynical hipsters with long hair
Cocaine problems, like my music
It’s not my issue, I can’t solve it».
«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».
«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 runners killing cop 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 priveledge, 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».(A Wake.)
«Everything is gold, everything is equal
Posted on the porch just to show it, me and my people
Iris clothes, gold sun shines on
The world’s coated in the go of Carla
Yea, and these days days days
They never run away
Gold tints, shades, the blackout, that golden haze
Take all the gold from the pawnshop that lived behind the case
And get to give it away».
«My golden update from volcanos in the heavens
And every strime that existed in time melted
Themes open, Dookie Rolls on the bells
When everything is gold, who cares about the cats?».
«They say the goats is given to God
You can’t take the bandade when you’re caught
I’ll tip over that kiosket of mall
Cause the sunset falls into tomorrow».
«That they were feeling like gold, 500 peso
Sleeping with gold, all fun, here we go
And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toe
Ghost slowly faded , 14 karat plated
So we’re feeling like gold».
«500 peso
Slick rick gold, row fun and we go
Yea we’re feeling like gold
So fresh head to toe
Ghost slowly faded , 14 karat plated
So we’re feeling like gold».
«Alright now we open up that car door
Hop out, hope they know it’s us
To rock society we been locked din that cobra clutch
More gold bottles, gold bottles never soak but up
Digsby jeans, that’s in go about trust
I solemnly swear to wear my cocks in stunts
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
Cracking the vault, read everyone robbing the bank
Take whatever they want, we party and get banks
I been rocking gold chains since Pete was in the tank
You only live once, you only marry once
Watch Rick Voss give his Jesus piece to a bum
Cause tonight we ball, we ball, we comin’ up
Paintin the globe gold, to steppin’ on the sun».
«Like gold, 500 peso
Sleeping with gold, all fun, here we go
And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toe
Ghost slowly faded , 14 karat plated
So we’re feeling like gold».
«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, flyes than the rest of ‘em
Passing space needle, golden shower on pedestrians
Excuse me, that’s my bad, that’s my ego and he’s chilling off
My ego got here, that motherfucker got a muller bruh
And it’s gold, two girls gold brass
Lounging on the water, even gold sand
Sipping on Orangina, arms around them both pants
They’re sipping old English right out of a gold can
Two girls, those spandex so pretty
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».
«That they were feeling like gold, 500 peso
Sleeping with gold, all fun, here we go
And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toe
Ghost slowly faded , 14 karat plated
So we’re feeling like gold».(Gold.)
«That’s 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 it daily
Is there a A? 10-0-A, but now it’s been changed in every..
When they put me in some boxes that say
I never was, it’s the false prophet that never came
And well they think that everything that I written is all that fake
Oh well I’ll just take my slick to the grave
Uh, what the fuck are my parents gonna say?
The success that got his life together and changed him
And you know what pain looks like
When you tell your dad to relax then look him directly into his face
The seep on your shoulder’s the seemingly heavy weight
I’ve been seeing 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 than be judged for my mistakes
The falsely held gun, yea them procks love them prays
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
One day at a time is what they tell us
Now I gotta find a way to tell them».
«We fell so hard
Now we gotta get back what we lost.. lost..
I felt 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 swicking, 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 looking 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 there wasn’t for other side 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, treat ‘er 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 yea
Cuz gyro other side, 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».(Starting Over.)
«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».
«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 ears as the centrepiece».
«Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
Where I question if what I’ve seen here is real
Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar
Where the time goes slow when you’re drinking PBR».
«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 make you feel alive
Hindsight is vibrant, reality: rarely lit
Memories to collage, paste 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 camera lights, the whiskey rise, sink into the skin
I fantasize about a second win
Grow a moustache, pick up another bad habit and let the games begin».
«So here’s to the nights, dancing with the band
Strangers into girlfriends form 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
Seduce us, I turn my back as I walk into the distance
Dip my feet in every once in a while, just to say I visit
And we hold onto these nights
Trying to find out way home by the street light
Over time we figure out this is me, right
Learn a lot about your friends right around two A.M».(Cowboy Boots.)
«Unicorns and wizard sleeves
Hammer pants and make believe
Pirate ships sailing off to sea
Well you can 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 clap and lap dancing technicians
Dance parties in the name of Great Britain
And American girls who love the 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 the roof beating up on a bongo».
«I got a bottle of Martin at least I’m jumping in
I love anybody that’s kicking it in the plateau
And the name was keep tripping, like I’m in a castle
Fuck your condo!».
«You like to party, I am a party-er
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
Massaging my lap, I have a sore bone
Of course cold on the dance floor
Like an Eskimo’s toes in the North Pole
With those 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 tendin’ you get lost in
Bounce, bounce, that castle booty, that bottom
Make it wobble, wobbly-wobble ‘till 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».
«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, motherfuckin 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 still the loo
Get onto the pole in a birthday suit, our suit
With them Jay’s, King, and Prince's pants
And Raven has whatever says».(Castle.)
«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”».
«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
Give me 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 our 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 this Guinness».
«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».
«I remember that Freshman edition
Last year thinking to myself like
Yeah, nah, I won’t win it yet
I probably won't get i, but I’m gonna give it everything
Play my position
The next 11 months I gave it all, everything I had left 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
Nowadays make good music, the people are your label».
«Oh my god, feels like a victory lap
Can I have that moment?
Can I talk my shit?».
«Macklemore, Ryan Lewis, Seattle».(Victory Lap.)
the American dream
«If it ain’t fresh then you ain’t getting’ play in my tape deck
Way back, i used to rock the hat with the suede strap at ABC’s
Bought my food from the Arabs
Played craps on corners where the OG’s slang at
Cross colors I’m the boss of the playground
I hit you on the nuts ‘cause I know how to play house
The 8-ounce baby from ‘84 to grow up
Cleaner than my Easter suit was with my shoes buffed
Don’t step on my new ones
These Reeboks beat blocks, you give ‘em a few pumps
Baby while you’re at it too boo boo
She came from a new school and all I wanna do is my zoom zoom
My uncle stayed faded like crew cuts
But I was just too young to know the what’s-what and the who’s-who
‘round here, they could give a fuck if you got props
You get clowned for rockin’ British Nine to the sock hop».
«The BK stood for “black kids” the hood was crackin’
And Poison was on everybody’s tracklist
Spandex was in fashion, back then
And bad chicks had tracks in that lasted».
«Before CD’s, and internet the kings was in effect
You fiends wasn’t getting’ respect
Before MP3s and CD-J’s we pop in a tape cassette
Chain on my chest, I’m fresh».
«Let’s take it back, b-b-b-back to the days of AC/DC Back in Black
Gimme a mullet, a 1984 Chevrolet
Alright I’m lyin’ I was listenin’ to rap».
«OshKosh B’Gosh, stone wash, so hard
Overalls hung, one strap on, one off
Eatin’ on my cold lunch, grabbin’ on both nuts
Mom I want a jerry curl; fuck this bowl cut
Ice cube’s got one
Quick in my walkman
Blowin’ on the cartridge
Hypercolor: “awesome!”
Cube’s in my pocket and I’m outta here
I’m bouncin’ and Sam Goody’s not getting’ shit from my allowance».
«Day dreamin’ in class, know I’m zonin’ out and
Rosie Perez’s titties are right where my mouth is
Who says that white men can’t jump? They were hella wrong!
A’ight they were right, but I was really good at tetherball».
«Before the days of getting’ drunk at kegs
We were bumpin’ some jodicie and dry-humpin’ legs
That’s right: I was born in the '80s
Pimpin’, adventure shined upon my babysitter».
«House party? crackin.
Humpty dance? crackin.
Never find the baby: David Bowie, Labyrinth.
Why don’t you reminisce and bring it back, rap shit
Dodge caravan, humpin’ in the back: classic».(Crew Cuts.)
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+same love (non amo molto il ritmo, ma ce l'ho particolarmente a cuore per le parole e il significato che ha ♥
+my life is a cinema QUESTO MASH-UP!!!!
QUEST'UOMOOOOOO ♥ (Macklemore). -
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+ fallin'
+wake up
+white walls
okay, diciamo pure che sono completamente andata per quest'uomo.
veramente non è un cantante, è un poeta! mi sta facendo apprezzare un sacco il rap e facendo comprendere i suoi lati positivi (come le miriadi cose che si possono dire cantando veloce ahahahah).
Mi piacciono troppo le sue canzoni, ti sanno entrare dentro ♥
I W A N T M A C K L E M O R E I N I T A L Y !. -
:swansong.
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+ fallin'
+wake up
+white walls
okay, diciamo pure che sono completamente andata per quest'uomo.
veramente non è un cantante, è un poeta! mi sta facendo apprezzare un sacco il rap e facendo comprendere i suoi lati positivi (come le miriadi cose che si possono dire cantando veloce ahahahah).
Mi piacciono troppo le sue canzoni, ti sanno entrare dentro ♥
I W A N T M A C K L E M O R E I N I T A L Y !
e a distanza di cinque mesi posso dire: my wish became reality. i was there.
ma non sono qui per fare monologhi sul concerto, ne ho fatti fin troppi (due in realtà ahahah e uno lo devo ancora "pubblicare" ahahahah).
ho sistemato il topic. ho messo tutte le canzoni di the heist che mancavano. le canzoni in solitaria di macklemore le ho tolte, aprirò poi prossimamennte un topic a parte con gli altri album e gli ep (:
aaah! e vi allego anche questo "fan video" di una canzone instrumental di the heist.
BomBom. penso che debba essere ascoltata guardando il video, che secondo me calza a pennello nonostante non sia quello ufficiale. ed è anche la canzone con cui è stato aperto il concerto.
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Ho aggiunto un presunto nuovo album, The American Dream... a detta di angolotesti. L'ho scoperto perché era da un sacco di tempo che mi chiedevo di che album fosse Crew Cuts, dato che non era in The Heist.
Solo che sono dubbiosa riguardo l'esistenza di questo album perché c'è anche una canzone del primissimo EP di Macklemore, Open Your Eyes; e la canzone in questione è Wake Up (che tra l'altro adoro! ahahahah), magari vuole riproporla... non so ahahahaha #marsconfused
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