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MACKLEMORE Wings

Welcome to todoinformaticautil Lyrics MACKLEMORE Wings Lyrics, singer by 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 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 Max’s 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 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

[Chorus:]
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

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]

MACKLEMORE Stay At Home Dad

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[Speaking:] Alright baby girl, let’s sing to it

[Pre-Verse:]
You’re getting your degree, you’re going to college
I’m making music and hoping that kanye puts me on
But If I don’t make it baby, will you be mad at me
If I just chilled at home as your stay-home-daddy?

[Verse 1:]
Come on, Ill make you coffee (coffee), and a bagel (bagel)
And another bagel (2 bagels)
Keep on reading that paper, then it’s off you go
Hun your gonna be late, don’t forget your briefcase, drive safe, (peace babe)
Wake up the kids, toast the toast, put the raisin bran up in the bowl
The toast… did I forget the toast? The toast is toast, damnit I burnt the toast
Start crying, the kid’s like Dad what’s wrong? Oh it’s not you kids…
It’s just me I’m alone… Dad’s a little bit stressed… Oh FUCK!
Feeling so sensitive, I’m going for a latte, see what’s popping at pilates
Hit up my friends like yo what up man, you trying to have a spa date?
The fuck? Your a stay at home dad… that’s not gay!

[Hook:]
Ay, ay, ay, ay, you go to work, I mow the lawn
Ay, ay, ay, ay, you make the cheese Ill bring the guac (Nacho Sauce, Spanish)
Ay, ay, ay, ay, you buy the clothes, I’ll take them off […]
Ay, ay, ay, ay, I’m a stay at home dad, this is my job

[Pre-Verse 2:]
You go girl, get that promotion
I’ll be on the sofa, collecting unemployment
Yelling at the tv, watching Maury Povich
Quit groping that girl, Maury Povich

[Verse 2:]
Who is this Shelly Jones bitch?
Shit it’s 4 o’ clock time for Oprah (Oprah)
The gospel of the Lord, for dads who stay at home
Even though we can’t get boners
But still Ill trade that for your lane cooking lasagna
Swoopin up the kids from soccer practice (soccer practice)
Then time for gymnastics, rice crispy treats and wax baggies
I’m with my kids in the mini-van, listening to NPR
With the windows down, through the cul de sac

Then it’s homework time, dinner time, set the placemats
Cut clean, tuck the rugrats in blankets
Then I lay you down, pop two cialis, put on stain and
Then go quench my palette
Is that douche, or does your cooch just smell like flowers?
Your feet are calloused, peppermint towlette
Jasmine pedicure? Scented oil, homeopathic backrub?
I am Aladin, your carpet is magic, your wish has been granted
I would just love to ride your carpet out of the palace
Now keep on bringing the green baby, and Ill keep on tossin’ salad

[Hook:]
Ay, ay, ay, ay, you go to work, I mow the lawn
Ay, ay, ay, ay, you make the cheese Ill bring the guac (Nacho Sauce, Spanish)
Ay, ay, ay, ay, you buy the clothes, I’ll take them off [?]
Ay, ay, ay, ay, I’m a stay at home dad, this is my job

[End speaking:]
Ladies and gentlemen, we have been, conditioned to believe
We must fit in a role? brainwashed by babylon
Depicting our role must match our genitalia, hell to the no
It’s men who go to work, and women raise the children, but I know
The hardest job is maintaining the household
So I am doing a back to back, no tradebacks, with this briefcase
For 2010, I am staying at home

MACKLEMORE Otherside (Remix)

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Oh girl, this boat is sinking,
There’s no sea left for me,
And how the sky gets heavy
When you are underneath it
Oh I want to sail away from here
And God
He came down down down down down down down down
And said (down down down down down down down down)
Nothing (down down down down down down down down)

He rolled up asked him what he was sippin’ on
Said lean, you wanna hit it dawg?
That’s the same stuff Weezy sippin’ huh?
And tons of other rappers that be spittin’ hard
Yep yep he had 5 up on
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
Thinking he was pimpin’ as he listened to the system
Little did he know that it was just as addictive as bass
Not the kind of hit from the kick drum
Hot box let the bass bump
Take it to face, gulp
Months later the use went up
And every blunt was accompanied by the pink stuff
But Goddamn he loved that feeling
Purple rain coated in the throat
Just so healin’
Medicine alleviate the sickness
Liquid to fix and it comes with a cost
Wake up, cold sweat, scratchin’, itchin’
Try to escape the skin that barley fit him
Gone, get another bottle just 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’
Thinking he might of sipped just a little bit too much of that cough syrup
His eyelids closed shut
Sat back in the chair
Clutching that cup
Girlfriend came and a couple of hours later said his name
Shook him, but he never got up

Never got up, 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

Oh girl this boat is sinking,
There’s no sea left for me,
And how the sky gets heavy
When you are underneath it
Oh I want to sail away from here
And God
Came down down down down down down down down
And said (down down down down down down down down)
Nothing (down down down down down down down down)

And he just wanted to act like them
He just wanted to rap like him
Us as rappers underestimate the power and the effects 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 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 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 parents basement
I’ve seen my peoples dreams die
I see what they can be denied
And weeds not a drug that’s denial
Groundhog day life repeat each time
I’ve seen Oxycontin take 3 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 no where
Only motivation for what the dealer’s supplyin’
That rush, that drug, that dope
Those pills, that crumb, that roach
Thinkin’ I would never do that
Not that drug
Growin’ up nobody ever does
Until you’re stuck lookin’ in the mirror
Like I can’t believe what I’ve become
Swore I was gonna be someone
And growin’ 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

Oh girl this boat is sinking,
There’s no sea left for me,
And how the sky gets heavy when you are underneath it
Oh I want to sail away from here
And God
He came down down down down down down down down
And said (down down down down down down down down)
Nothing (down down down down down down down down)

MACKLEMORE Spoons

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[Macklemore:]
And she’s like, Can you undo my bra strap?
I try to play it cool, in my head I’m like, Aw yeah!
Then she’s like I’m tired and I’m like Aw, man
I was ’bout to crush the coochie like a tall can (Yeah)
Cause my girl’s thick (thick!), she got a booty mane
And a big old belly looking like Gucci Mane
I keep my jewelry on, she love my dookie chain
Cause guess what! (what?) That’s my boo boo thang. (who?)
My boo boo thang. (who?) My boo boo thang
She get too comfortable, bathroom door open when she boo boo-ing
I whisper in her ear, Are you awake?
Kissed her on her neck, said Good night. You my babe.

[Ryan Bedard:]
Every time I go to sleep
I wish that you were next to me
Two people that were meant to be
Under the sheets
I’m spooning you, you’re spooning
Every time I go to sleep
I wish that you were next to me
Two people that were meant to be
Under the sheets
I’m spooning you, you’re spooning me

[Macklemore:]
Me and you, let’s get lost in these bed sheets
At the very least press my D against your left cheek
She said Fifty Shades of Grey was the best read
I’m more of a Giving Tree type of guy, Shel Silverstein (He’s awesome)
She keeps talking, might as well be in a seminar
I’m stuck, completely numb in my left arm
Her knees are bony, I need my homies
And that sounds weird, but I need my homies. (YUP)
You watched ahead on the fourth season of Game of Thrones? (Aw hell nah!)
I hold that against you (hmm mm!)
I want to forgive you, but inside I’m resentful
With your lame claims that we had different schedules! (we didn’t!)
I’ve seen your Netflix queues, you’re busted!
Can I even trust you, do you even know what love is?!
She put her hand on my D and started to rub it
All a sudden I succumb, say Fuck it and then busted (sleep tight)

[Macklemore:]
Don’t trip girl, you know I got you
Let’s take it all off, no costumes
See I’m a man, but every now and then in bed I know when to say: Alright, it’s my turn to be the small spoon.
But tonight, I put my hands around your waist
Feel those little prickly hairs that you missed shaving your legs and say, Good night my love, it’s been one hell of a day.
And you reply, I’m sleeping.

Every time I go to sleep
I wish that you were next to me
Two people that were meant to be
Under the sheets
I’m spooning you, you’re spooning me
Spoon me
2015

MACKLEMORE White Privilege II

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Pulled into the parking lot, parked it
Zipped up my parka, joined the procession of marchers
In my head like, Is this awkward, should I even be here marching?
Thinking if they can’t, how can I breathe?
Thinking that they chant, what do I sing?
I want to take a stance cause we are not free
And then I thought about it, we are not we
Am I in the outside looking in, or am I in the inside looking out?
Is it my place to give my two cents
Or should I stand on the side and shut my mouth for justice? No peace
Okay, I’m saying that they’re chanting out, Black lives matter , but I don’t say it back
Is it okay for me to say? I don’t know, so I watch and stand
In front of a line of police that look the same as me
Only separated by a badge, a baton, a can of Mace, a mask
A shield, a gun with gloves and hands that gives an alibi
In case somebody dies behind a bullet that flies out of the 9
Takes another child’s life on sight

Blood in the streets, no justice, no peace
No racist beliefs, no rest ’til we’re free
There’s blood in the streets, no justice, no peace
No racist beliefs, no rest ’til we’re free

Blood in the streets, no justice, no peace
No racist beliefs, no rest ’til we’re free
There’s blood in the streets, no justice, no peace
No racist beliefs, no rest ’til we’re free
(Ben, think about it)

You’ve exploited and stolen the music, the moment
The magic, the passion, the fashion, you toy with
The culture was never yours to make better
You’re Miley, you’re Elvis, you’re Iggy Azalea
Fake and so plastic, you’ve heisted the magic
You’ve taken the drums and the accent you rapped in
You’re branded hip-hop , it’s so fascist and backwards
That Grandmaster Flash’d go slap it, you bastard
All the money that you made
All the watered down pop bullshit version of the culture, pal
Go buy a big-ass lawn, go with your big-ass house
Get a big-ass fence, keep people out
It’s all stubborn, anyway, can’t you see that now?
There’s no way for you to even that out
You can join the march, protest, scream and shout
Get on Twitter, hashtag and seem like you’re down
But they see through it all, people believe you now
You said publicly, Rest in peace, Mike Brown
You speak about equality, but do you really mean it?
Are you marching for freedom, or when it’s convenient?
Want people to like you, want to be accepted
That’s probably why you are out here protesting
Don’t think for a second you don’t have incentive
Is this about you, well, then what’s your intention?
What’s the intention? What’s the intention?

Psst, I totally get it, you’re by yourself
And the last thing you want to do is take a picture
But seriously, my little girl loves you
She’s always singing, I’m gonna pop some tags
I’m not kidding, my oldest, you even got him to go thrifting
And One Love , oh, my God, that song ? brilliant
Their aunt is gay, when that song came out
My son told his whole class he was actually proud
That’s so cool, look what you’re accomplishing
Even an old mom like me likes it cause it’s positive
You’re the only hip-hop that I let my kids listen to
Cause you get it, all that negative stuff isn’t cool
Yeah, like all the guns and the drugs
The bitches and the hoes and the gangs and the thugs
Even the protest outside ? so sad and so dumb
If a cop pulls you over, it’s your fault if you run
Huh?

So, they feel that the police are discriminating against the, the black people?
I have an advantage? Why? Cause I’m white? What? Haha. No. People nowadays are just pussies.
Like, this is the generation to be offended by everything.
Black Lives Matter thing is a reason to take arms up over perceived slights.
I’m not prejudiced, I just?. 99% of the time across this country, the police are doing their job properly

Damn, a lot of opinions, a lot of confusion, a lot of resentment
Some of us scared, some of us defensive
And most of us aren’t even paying attention
It seems like we’re more concerned with being called racist
Than we actually are with racism
I’ve heard that silences are action and God knows that I’ve been passive
What if I actually read a article, actually had a dialogue
Actually looked at myself, actually got involved?
If I’m aware of my privilege and do nothing at all, I don’t know
Hip-hop has always been political, yes
It’s the reason why this music connects
So what the fuck has happened to my voice if I stay silent when black people are dying
Then I’m trying to be politically correct?
I can book a whole tour, sell out the tickets
Rap entrepreneur, built his own business
If I’m only in this for my own self-interest, not the culture that gave me a voice to begin with
Then this isn’t authentic, it is just a gimmick
The DIY underdog, so independent
But the one thing the American dream fails to mention
Is I was many steps ahead to begin with
My skin matches the hero, likeness, the image
America feels safe with my music in their systems
And it’s suited me perfect, the role, I’ve fulfilled it
And if I’m the hero, you know who gets cast as the villain
White supremacy isn’t just a white dude in Idaho
White supremacy protects the privilege I hold
White supremacy is the soil, the foundation, the cement and the flag that flies outside of my home
White supremacy is our country’s lineage, designed for us to be indifferent
My success is the product of the same system that let off Darren Wilson guilty
We want to dress like, walk like, talk like, dance like, yet we just stand by
We take all we want from black culture, but will we show up for black lives?
We want to dress like, walk like, talk like, dance like, yet we just stand by
We take all we want from black culture, but will we show up for black lives?

Black Lives Matter, to use an analogy, is like if there was a subdivision and a house was on fire.
The fire department wouldn’t show up and start putting water on all the houses because all houses matter.
They would show up and they would turn their water on the house that is burning
because that’s the house that needs it the most.
My generation’s taken on the torch of a very age-old fight for black liberation,
but also liberation for everyone, and injustice anywhere is still injustice everywhere.
The best thing white people can do is talk to each other.
And having those very difficult, very painful conversations with your parents, with your family members.
I think one of the critical questions for white people in this society is what are you willing to risk,
what are you willing to sacrifice to create a more just society?

[Jamila Woods:]
Your silence is a luxury, hip-hop is not a luxury
Your silence is a luxury, hip-hop is not a luxury
Your silence is a luxury, hip-hop is not a luxury
Your silence is a luxury, hip-hop is not a luxury
What I got for me, it is for me
Why we may, we may to set us free
What I got for me, it is for me
Why we may, we may to set us free
Wh
at I got for me, it is for me
Why we may, we may to set us free

MACKLEMORE The Train

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Ahhhh

[Verse 1 – Macklemore:]
Pretty face tryna chase the train
And I could look the other way but it still won’t erase the pain
And I pray that she stay the same, amazing grace
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Just another reflection in the window
Watchin’ the trees pass by the tempo
Got a round trip ticket out to limbo
And I’m getting close to my kinfolk
I’m sorry that you didn’t get the memo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Water run and burn bridges
Always on the road tryna earn a livin’
I remember when I bought my first ticket
I’ve been going, haven’t turned back since then
This return day must be a misprint
Made a wrong turn now I’m long distance
And I miss them

[Hook – Carla Morrison:]
Otra cuidad, otra vida, otra, otra cuidad, ah, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 2 – Macklemore:]
I try to write but every sentence is a run on
I try to text you but I don’t get reception in this tunnel
Vision, visit only for a minute
I’m gettin’ off track but the world’s still spinnin’
You can see the smoke in the distance, it billows
Roll up my sweatshirt, turn it into a pillow, aye
I got a polaroid camera so I don’t forget where I travel
I got a couple rolls of film I’ll get developed when I get back to Seattle
I told momma that I’d call her, talked for a couple minutes
But I didn’t
I miss my brother, feel disconnected
Wanted to stay, wanted to catch the next one
I wanted to talk just me and him
Because I had some things I felt I had to tell him
When you’re always runnin’, tryna make a connection
It’s almost impossible to stay connected
When you get on this train after standin’ in the rain
You’d be crazy to ask her
And give your seat to the next one, nah
I’ma ride this shit till the wheels fall off
The conductor screams out all aboard last call
The city as you pass on, the city as you pass on

[Hook – Carla Morrison:]
Otra cuidad, otra vida, otra, otra cuidad, ah, oh, oh, oh

MACKLEMORE Bolo Tie

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[Verse 1 – Macklemore:]
I never won the spelling bee
I could read people’s energy
Listen to what have been said to me
Heard the voices in elementary
That I wouldn’t amount to anything
Oh girl, she used to beg to me
Like, if we just had a nice house and a mortgage
And a front lawn, and a fucking wedding ring
I danced in Paris, [?]
I swam in oceans, felt the scales
Put my CD in Starbucks, it did not sell
Get the CD out the car, turned it into myself
These piano keys hold some weight
In a bolo tie I escort my date
She ordered shrimp scampi on a porcelain plate
The accordion played, I put my fork in a steak
Afternoons need a coffee boost
Attitude needs a confidence boost
Yeah, I’m sort of the dude
But where’s the self-esteem when the costumes removed?
Thanks for the invite, can’t make it
I could blame it on a flight to Vegas
But, truth be told, rather not socialize
And go and waste my time with an acquaintance
These relationships need maintenance
Everybody got expectations
Text back, so impatient
Where were you when I was in in-patient?

[Hook – Macklemore:]
Motherfucker, you ain’t my accountant
You don’t know what I’m doing
Focusing on what I’m giving back
Man, make better music
Fuck preaching on top of the mountain
People can see through it
Keeping my name in your mouth, just don’t bite
Your tongue while you chew it

[Verse 2 – Macklemore:]
Exactly, I got the man of the year
Source magazine was like our Vanity Fair
In a mansion, picking out a chandelier
But got a bone to pick with the man in the mirror
Questioning the purchase while I’m standing there
Questioning the purpose of my rap career
Thinking Man, what the hell happened here?
Feels like yesterday in a van packing gear
What am I gonna go and give back this year?
There’s a whole lot of struggling rappers here
Want a co-sign and a whole track this year
If you know motherfuckers start acting weird
Lot of backstabbers and some actors here
Lot of has-beens and over-reactors here
I remember laughing and cracking beers
Now I climbed the ladder and you’re mad I’m here

[Hook – Macklemore (YG):]
Motherfucker, you ain’t my accountant
You don’t know what I’m doing
Focusing on what I’m giving back
Man, make better music
Fuck preaching on top of the mountain
People can see through it
Keeping my name in your mouth, just don’t bite
Your tongue while you chew it
(400)
Motherfucker, I’m gone

[Verse 3 – YG:]
Judging me off of my past
You don’t see what I’m doing
When I got shot that was headline news
You used me for views, I ain’t stupid
Cause what about all the good?
The non-profit for the kids in the hood
That ain’t got no option in them shelter homes plotting
Shit, I’m just doing what I should
They must want no one to know
Cause they don’t put that on the news bro
They entertained by the culture, they vultures
They suck us like leaches ’til we broke
But I know the game so I play it like chess
Act like a square but really be the threat
The next time my name in the press
Talk about how YG gave them kids Christmas

[Hook – YG:]
Motherfucker, you ain’t my accountant
You don’t know what I’m doing
Focused on what I’m giving back
Man, make good music
Preaching on top of the mountain
People can see through it
Keeping my name in your mouth, just don’t bite
Your tongue while you chew it, motherfucker, I’m gone

[Macklemore (YG):]
Fuck, hey, woo
Motherfucker, I’m gone
(Four, four, four…)
Hey where’d he go though?
(400)
Motherfucker, I’m gone
(I am the victim not the motherfuckin’ suspect)
And he’s gone, gone

MACKLEMORE Let’s Eat

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[Verse 1 – Macklemore:]
I woke up, threw some sweat pants on
Then I fed my cat and I walked to the mini mart
And I really want a donut, shouldn’t get a donut
Bought a donut, fuck it man it’s really hard
Supposed to be on a diet, I wanna be like Ryan
He lost thirty pounds on that paleo
But fuck it man I love fried shit
I was gonna get skinny for the summer
I was gonna start doing my crunches
But looking down at my stomach
I’m a go to the beach, but I’m not taking my shirt off in public
My girl shaped like a bottle of Coke
Me? I’m shaped like a bottle of nope
I’d like to order a hot dog, some bon bons
A large soda, and some tacos to go

[Interlude – Macklemore:]
I never knew what a carbohydrate was
Turns out that it’s all the snacks I love

[Verse 2 – Macklemore:]
I wanna be like Hugh Jackman, you know jacked man
With a really huge package
I wanna be the 2015 Batman
And send Ben Affleck packing
If you ain’t gonna treat Jennifer Garner right
You don’t deserve to have that
You better pass that to the homie Matt Damon
He eat the booty like Pac Man

[Hook – Xperience:]
You know I feel good about this place
You know I feel good about this steak
You know I feel good about this shake
You know I feel good about these plates
You know I feel good about these crepes
You know I feel good about this cake
You know I just love how it tastes
I’m not gonna wait, I’m not tripping about my weight, no

[Verse 3 – Macklemore:]
Happy New Years
Everybody got a resolution
But the next day, we forget about it never do ’em
I went to the gym and got a membership
Five minutes on the treadmill and I never lift
That was four years ago I should probably cancel this
But they tell me I gotta do it in person, ain’t that a bitch?
But tomorrow though, I’m a get fit
Get me a fuel band and a fit-bit
Get me some workout shoes, and a bench press
Some mulu lemons and a french press
I’m a finally focus do some private yoga
Exercise my shoulders, I’m a hide the donuts
Realign my posture, no time for sofas
I’m finally sober no lime Coronas
But again, that’s tomorrow
And today man I gotta go big cause it’s my last day
Before I lose that weight, I gotta get one last plate and go big
I ate all night, Kool-Aid on ice
I woke up and I felt like shit
And I said, you know what, man fuck it
I should probably start on Monday instead
Motherfucker let’s eat

MACKLEMORE Dance Off

Welcome to todoinformaticautil Lyrics MACKLEMORE Dance Off Lyrics, singer by MACKLEMORE

[Hook – Idris Elba:]
I challenge you to a dance off
Hands off, no trash talk, no back walk
On the black top, just me, you, that’s all
No cat calls, no tag teams, no mascots
Right now, dance off
Get down the floor
Get down the, get down the floor, go
Get down the floor, do it
Come on and get down the floor, go

[Verse 1 – Macklemore:]
I grab my ankle and pull it up
And do that thing where I move my butt
I got the juice, mother…okay don’t use it up
I say woo there it is, then loosen my tux
Then I shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, to the left
Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, to the right
Gimme, gimme, gimme, everything that you got
Dance off motherfucker, do the damn thing right

[Interlude 1 – Macklemore:]
She got loose elbows and a big ol’ neck
I like a big boned girl who could work up a sweat
I rock shelltoes and a turtleneck
She just wanna talk, I said, I ain’t TED
Dance off

[Verse 2 – Macklemore:]
Your grandma, that’s a bad mama jama
She doing the banana, grabbing my trunk like a hammock
Mmm, she like the funk, god dammit, she can handle it
She tugging my dick, I’m feeling a little bit inadequate
(Dance off)
Your grandpa got a cock like a ham hock
Hella old, hella long, looking like Matlock
Damn dog, I don’t even wanna have a standoff
He drunk talkin’ ’bout he ’bout to take his pants off
(Dance off)
The hater with the macarena
I can roger ride but in my office space
If you watch my pace looks like I’m concentrated
Or constipated when I walk this way

[Hook – Idris Elba:]
I challenge you to a dance off
Hands off, no trash talk, no back walk
On the black top, just me, you, that’s all
No cat calls, no tag teams, no mascots
Right now, dance off (dance off)
Get down the floor
Get down the, get down the floor, go
Get down the floor, do it
Come on and get down the floor, go

[Post-Hook – Instrumental Breakdown:]
Rewind
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
(Dance off)
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go

[Verse 3 – Macklemore:]
I sneak up behind you like a panther
Who ordered the private dancer?
Can I get an amen from the pastor?
[?] want a back rub
You must heard like Grey Poupon
Swag on tap like Sabian
Jump on the tablecloth, fake a fall
Pretend to break my arm then I’m breaking you off
Blat! Please don’t tell my baby he’s mine
I wanna dance all night ’til the break of dawn
I wanna sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat ’til your make-up’s gone
Baby girl, you looking like a champion

[Interlude 2 – Macklemore:]
Hey you, you bad, get up out of your chair
Paid twenty bucks to get in this club, put your cellphone down you square
I be going in, I can’t help it, I got bruises on my pelvis
Ladies, fellas, don’t drunk dial your ex’s
Hello bouncer, I have a job for you
While I’m dancing, watch my shoes
Tonight is he night that we rendezvous
Sweat a fountain of youth, bust a move
Fringe jacket, pants of leather
Tanktop, spandex and pleather
Been a stressful week, I got a lot of pressure
You have a lot of great moves but mine are better

[Hook – Idris Elba:]
I challenge you to a dance off
Hands off, no trash talk, no back walk
On the black top, just me, you, that’s all
No cat calls, no tag teams, no mascots
Right now, dance off (dance off)
Get down the floor
Get down the, get down the floor, go
Get down the floor, do it
Come on and get down the floor, go

[Post-Hook – Instrumental Breakdown:]
Rewind
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
(Dance off)
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go

[Bridge – Anderson.Paak:]
Oh Lord, I can’t sit down
Better hold my phone, I’m going for the crown, good God
But I’m confident this is my town
Better hope my feet don’t fail me now, good God

[Idris Elba:]
I challenge you to a dance off
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
(Dance off)
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Rewind
Get down the floor
Get down the, get down the floor, go
(Dance off)
Get down the floor, do it
Come on and get down the floor, go
Rewind

MACKLEMORE Need To Know

Welcome to todoinformaticautil Lyrics MACKLEMORE Need To Know Lyrics, singer by MACKLEMORE

[Verse 1 – Macklemore:]
Washing out cigarettes in the bathroom
Should probably only give my opinion when I’m asked to
I’m really good at telling the half truth but usually only when I have to
The money doesn’t work, the chain doesn’t work
Something broken in my brain, got me praying in the dirt
Got me stranded in my bed like I’m laying in the hearse
And the grass is always greener when you play on astroturf
Wonder why my generation poppin’ pills and poppin’ percs
And got some weed and got some purp
And got some bars and got some syurp
And got some Jordan’s on my feet, I went and matched them with my shirt
And I just instagrammed them both to show you that I got them first
Got a Louis duffel bag, I got my girl a purse
I’m tryna find God through a purchase, I’m not tryna go to church
Amen, satan told me not to serve, I only think about myself, I only think about my work
I only think about my come-up, capitalism
Look at where we come from, we are what we run from
We are why we smoke some, so numb, so numb, so numb

[Hook – Macklemore Chance The Rapper:]
I’m a tell you what you need to know
I’m a tell you what you need to hear
Cause the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be
I’m a tell you what you need to know
I’m a tell you what you need to hear
Cause the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be

[Verse 2 – Chance The Rapper Macklemore:]
I cry when she smile with her eyes closed
I’m already afraid to tight clothes
I want all her best friends to be white folks
I scratched out this line so many times, I can’t forget it
It’s fucked up, I almost say it every time that I edit
I swear rapping make it easy to lie
But secrets don’t make it easy to write
I met the devil in Manhattan, quickly ended discussion
I don’t need a thing, he warned of repercussions
But I know he come in all forms, that won’t be his last visit
Time is moving fast and I’m running with a pair of scissors
Looking in the mirror like, Damn that ain’t my dad, is it?
He handed the torch but he ain’t hold my hand did it?
I spent a plenty penny on microphones, many midis
Any of those cities, I put the indie in Windy City
Indian giver, Black father, White liar
Right next to Yeezy like Mike Myers
Stare at the cue cards, take out the juke parts
Take out the God references, just leave the cool parts
I remember opening for Ben, wasn’t no liquor at the show
And now the white girls call me nigga at my show
I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became famous over night
I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became famous over night

[Instrumental break]

[Outro – Macklemore:]
I’m a tell you what you need to know
I’m a tell you what you need to hear
Cause the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be… okay