Macklemore The End

Came in together, but you held me

The process walking right through that door, at the entry

I can’t seem to remember, the lights were so bright

And the discoball blurred in the turn of that night

But it was perfect I was told the tux was starched and all

Grabbed the glass of punch nervousness, structured by that wall

Arms folded, myself I didn’t know yet

Until you came over, stood by me, you posted

You put your hand out like I was stranded

Tried to pull me on that dance floor

I stepped backwards

See I wasn’t ready yet, but you were my medicine

Showed me that trust through that love that you held me with

Our backs against the wall as the DJ would spin

The soundtrack had changed as he played that mix

Our lives flashed in front of us, just a glimpse

We were together and experience this

You finally pulled me up, I didn’t want to

But you filled me up, from the bottom of my heart

And as we walked through that gymnasium that I’d been watching

Feeling like my chest would explode from my heartbeat

To the middle of the floor I almost panicked

You put your hand out and I fearfully grabbed it

The most beautiful thing that I’d seen on this planet

She laughed ’cause you could tell that I didn’t know how to dance yet

We started moving

And I, didn’t know what I was doing

You whispered, “don’t you love music

It’s such a gift and I’ll give it to ya

But you gotta use it”

I strayed

You brought me back in

Trying to sneak a flask outside of that gym

She said “You don’t need that, look within”

She hugged me, looked into my eyes, she gave me a kiss

And she said “I can’t help you, if you don’t let me

You’re here to live just be, don’t forget me

The end of this dance you don’t want to regret me, live

‘Cause tonight you’ll all be set free”

Last dance the Dj yelled

Looked into her eyes and I could see myself

Slow motion, frozen, toast of this moment

Like there is no morning, like there is no morning

No emotions, you on my shoulder

Me lead and you follow

As we circle the floor like the globe

Through this infinite mass

Makes us seem so small

With you in my hand like the skyline holds the stars

Not letting go, but I can’t hold on

Fading through my fingertips, watching us fall

I try to catch you with my arms

I would never take you for granted when I had you in my palms

To all I ever wanted, please play my song

And put the record to the needle, don’t ever touch that off switch

You are perfect, forget that prom dress

My God, seconds away from God yes

Somebody turned the heat on in this party

Or we’re becoming one because I’m melting into your body

One being, heartbeating, universe falling

The ground split right between us and that concrete

Separated my love, I could hear her calling

Separated, but I could hear her calling

Goodbye forever, never see you again

Winterball 2012, The End

Macklemore Excavate

[Saint Claire:]

Fill my lungs up, pour my heart out, peel my bones away

Grab my window, shut my shutters, excavate my pain

[Macklemore:]

If I could read the world my notebook and these thoughts in it

Would they judge me or love me for what I’ve written?

Tryna get closer to spirt that enters the body

It’s the vessel like I’m not in it

In fifty-something years, I won’t be here

There’ll be a kid with some headphones covering his ears

Walking ’round a hallway, dreaming of ideas

Find himself in the sound ’cause music is a mirror

What you looking for? What you headed towards?

What’s your name worth when they mention yours?

When you leave here, are you stepping forward?

Can you remember your intention when they question yours?

They’re gonna question yours, they’re gonna question yours

I’ve been at rock bottom and I’m headed North

If you don’t love yourself, what’s the respect for?

If you don’t love life, the check won’t correct yours

Excavate

[Saint Claire:]

Fill my lungs up, pour my heart out, peel my bones away

Grab my window, shut my shutters, excavate my pain

And I found peace

And I found peace

And I found peace

[Macklemore:]

I had this vision of my death

Surrounded by people I love and respect

And the baby blue Cadillac hearse

Pulling me ’round the block that I rep

The greatest fear that I’ve ever kept is dying with regrets

Like was I just alive for success

Or did I leave a better life for the rest?

My greatest achievement isn’t the dollars

My greatest achievement isn’t the followers

My greatest achievement isn’t the accolades

My greatest achievement is my daughter

Waking up in the morning, being a father

Watching the light kiss her eyelids

Hearing her sing along to Chance

And being like, “yeah, that’s my kid”

The light started to glow

And the saxophone funk called-train started to blow

Tender, laying in the snow, turn on my headphones

Couple miles to go before I run out of road

Excavate

[Saint Claire:]

Fill my lungs up, pour my heart out, peel my bones away

Grab my window, shut my shutters, excavate my pain

And I found peace

And I found peace

And I found peace

[Macklemore:]

Hold me up into the light and study every part of me

I’m an open book, no, I don’t mind, but sometimes I’m hard to read

Just flesh and bone, I’m headed home

But this life is so hard to leave

But who am I when they cut the lights and nobody’s watching me?

Hold me up into the light and study every part of me

I’m an open book, no, I don’t mind, but sometimes I’m hard to read

Just flesh and bone, I’m headed home

But this life is so hard to leave

But who am I when they cut the lights and nobody’s watching me?

Gemini

Macklemore Can’t Hold Us

Ay, ay, ay

Good to see you, come on in, let’s go

Yeah, let’s go

Alright, alright

OK, uh, alright, OK

Alright, OK

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 me.

Get up! Thrift shop, pimp strut walking, little bit of humble, little bit of cautious

Somewhere between like Rocky and Cosby. Sweater game, nope, nope y’all can’t copy

Yup. Bad, moon walking, 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 that 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 hustler,

Chasing dreams since I was fourteen with the four 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 that 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

Can we go back? This is the moment

Tonight is the night, we’ll fight ’til it’s over

So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us

Like the ceiling can’t hold us

Can we go back? This is the moment

Tonight is the night, we’ll fight ’til it’s over

So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us

Like the ceiling can’t hold us

Nah, can I kick it? Thank you. Yeah I’m so damn grateful.

I grew up, really wanted gold fronts

But that’s what you get when Wu-Tang raised you

Y’all can’t stop me, go hard like I got an 808 in my heart beat

And I’m eating at the beat like you give a little speed to a great white shark on shark week

Raw. Tell me go up. Gone!

Deuces goodbye. I 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 from giving it back to the people. Nah sing this 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 and then we keep marching ourselves

Can we go back? This is the moment

Tonight is the night, we’ll fight ’til it’s over

So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us

Like the ceiling can’t hold us

Can we go back? This is the moment

Tonight is the night, we’ll fight ’til it’s over

So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us

Like the ceiling can’t hold us

And so we put our hands up

And so we put our hands up

Wa oh oh oh wa oh oh oh wa oh oh

Let’s go!

Na na na na na na na na (aha)

Hey

And all my people say

Na na na na na na na na (that’s right, feels good)

Hey

And all my people say

Na na na na na na na na (it’s alright)

(Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)

And all my people say

Na na na na na na na na

Mack-le-le-le-le-le-more…

[Album version ending:]

Can we go back? This is the moment

Tonight is the night, we’ll fight ’til it’s over

So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us

Like the ceiling can’t hold us

Can we go back? This is the moment

Tonight is the night, we’ll fight ’til it’s over

So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us

Like the ceiling can’t hold us.

[Music video ending:]

Let the night come, before the fight’s won

Some might run against the test

But those that triumph, embrace the fight cause

Their fears then prove that courage exists

Let the night come, before the fight’s won

Some might run against the test

But those that triumph, embrace the fight cause

Their fears then prove that courage exists

Hope [echo]

Macklemore The Club

[Verse 1:]

Thank God it’s Friday

Got my paycheck and I’m going home

Leaving my job, on the highway, turn up my stereo

Because last weekend sucked

But this one’s gonna be different

Because it’s fucking Friday, I’m getting drunk and we gonna kick it

Then my friend’s like, “Hey man, what’s going on?” (“I don’t know”)

We all know though that we’re gonna get drunk at the club

Get it crunk to the same shit we did the week before

Meet at the store

Free funking in my house

In high school it was drinking games

Bad house parties in Ike’s house

But now we go on the town

We gotta hit the club

We gotta spend them bucks

And we gotta get it crunk

Seven for a drink and fifteen cash at the entrance

And thank heavens Wells Fargo’s got overdraft protection

We walked up in

Yes, they’re spinning R.Kelly’s remix to the remix about a chick and skeeted on her belly

The females (woop, woop) they’re done and there’re plenty

I got two dollars… ah, charge it, bartender a round of Henny!

[Hook:]

We’re going to the club, club

Pour me another one, gotta get numb, numb

Hopefully end up with a girl I can fuck, fuck

Oops, baby you know that I meant love, love

Who’s coming with me back to my tub, tub?

“Now, Macklemore, you know you ain’t got no hot tub, man,” tub, tub

Shut up man, she don’t know us, us

Everybody toast your glasses, tonight’s the best night ever

Now who’s getting hammered?

[Verse 2:]

I’m on the wall drunk as fuck

Like this sucks, I’m hella bored

Decided to cut the rug with a female, like stellar on the floor

Break her off her stiletto, sore

Thought she was Puerto Rican, started talking

I’m like, “Woops, it’s a honky, she’s just hella orange”

My homie’s like, “Mack, what you tell her for? She was feeling you”

“Dawg, I could peel her foo, this is Washington not Florida”

The white girls are looking for some big black dick

The black girls are all, “Yeah he’s cute for a white guy, but that’s about it”

Asians kicking with Asians

And the Latinos are too beautiful

Wish I could confidently be like, “Girl you don’t know what I could do to you”

Get her back to the pad and probably bust in my pants

She’d be like, “Ooh, ah, pappy,” I’d be like… sorry

Think I’mma buy you a drink? Better find you a shrink

(“I’m rich bitch, psych”)

I sling CDs and grind tapes, bet your boyfriend can’t spit

Get the clit to vibrate

I should have stayed home, I get more chicks on MySpace

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]

There’s that sweaty girl (sweaty girl)

In the corner on e-bomb

Thinking she’s in a Missy video but really looks like a retard

And there’s the wall muggers (wall muggers)

That shout just to seem hard

And there’s the ball suckers (ball suckers)

That fight and just seem odd

I spent seventy-five dollars and these drinks don’t work

Who the hell’s this ugly, taint skank?

Why are my friends in pink shirts?

My hat’s too big

My air-force’s were clean when I came here

Now they’re stained in beer

And who peed on my white tee?

I thought this was the spot, I was supposed to get jocked

There’s a dude talking on chickens and they’re clucking for cocks

Funny thing is, we’re all insecure

That’s why we call the bartender and tell him to give us a beer

Until our judgement is blurred and little voices slush and they slur

We getting faded, waking up hungover and going to work

Do it every weekend, this is the life

You better peep it

And it ain’t no secret the club sucks, but do we go?

Better believe it!

[Hook]

Macklemore Letterhead Remix

Yo

I’ve been obsessed with words ever since I was a little buck

Then I grew bigger and figured drawing pads weren’t big enough

I wanted to use a wall, but in school was taught not to

And that graffiti was the root of all evil

It’s just letters and making them unnatural shapes

So clean caps, surgical masks is actually sayin activate

To coat our empire

Liftin’ mad cans of paint from Fred Meyers

Empty ’em out under bridges and walls of alleyways

Givin the graph task force a sour taste

The same flavor that makes haters salivate

It was my goal as a minor, caught a felony, so now what they

I don’t struggle to prove nothing to you

I get a head full of letters,

I’m cuttin ’em loose, speakin the truth

Cousin, it ain’t a gift, it’s a habit

Whether good or bad, I won’t regret it when I’m lookin back

Cause I’m a letterhead

I’m a letterhead

So don’t sweat the technique

When I represent me

Get em

Lunch time, I was tryin to bring that realness back

Fuck the lunch line, cause I ain’t have no sprill or sprash

I was on the way to Fred Meyers just to fill my bags

Steppin in the home improvement section with my sticky hands

That’s why I got these baggy pants, to conceal the stash

But undercover security can’t conceal his badge

I know every single camera that this building has

And I racked so many cans that I’m almost feeling bad

That’s exactly what a bad look ain’t

Cause it’s quite good, like the backwood taste

And I never stole a Snickers but I have took paint

So hello my name is pickers in the black book, thanks

Shit, I’d be admired if I was trying harder

But I’m a riot starter, beef igniter

Just a street writer but I hope to die a martyr

Freedom fighter, woulda stolen pilot marker

Why you got all that spray paint on your finger tips?

Cause I’m a letterhead

I’m a letterhead

So don’t sweat the technique

While I represent me

I was just a kid in Seattle doin kick flips in a flannel

With some fat cats, I wracked off midget enamels

In Cali, they rhyme chateaus with mellows

My posse was on Broadway, scribin on the Metros

Gettin pound by the bus driver

“Hell nah! “

I was a letterhead, my life was graffiti

Letters I lived, I put pride in that mean street

Adventures to your ribs, I’m not goin to the precinct

You can buff me, you can cuff me

You can’t stop me

I’m young, cocky, gettin up with my sharpie

Michelangelo with the concrete

That little ball in the paint can was the metronome to my heart beat

I put my freedom on the line, for the letters on the walls

Shubu, patriot, flat black up in my palm

Cherry red in my blood, I bleed the ink through my arms

It’s like America bombin buildings and not gettin caught

Nope I’m not gettin caught

Cause I’m a letterhead

Yes I am, I’ve been tellin you that

Don’t sweat the technique, while I’m killing these beats

Bitch.

Macklemore Claiming The City

Life moves pretty fast,

You don’t stop and look around once awhile you could miss it.

Look, I’ve been away from my city, the city’s changes ain’t pretty

Theys still be playing the dizzy.

Forgotten corners, the city’s forgotten it’s warriors,

Who died young, I ain’t taking the sun is shining before us.

I rhyme, rotten bodies spread lies in the boarders of concrete and glass

Foul hearted police aiming their gas.

My head hangs low but beats my hope goes slaying the past

And days I couldn’t glade to the pack.

We the same kids they’d be sending to invade Iraq, and the per say to crack.

I got that Gray Goose and OJ in the glass.

The last day before my cousin hit the pen down the swing,

I came back to the town just to be down with the king.

And love is surrounding it seems,

Just then he find out it his baby cousin fell off a balcony.

Images of involving paradise is drowning me.

Lost souls and I can’t let go until no

The same scenario that rules double bello

Black, brownted yellow

Southsiders tell the devil hello

And heaven by and it hurts to much to ask why.

From places of plenty to the space with no pity the force is changing our city,

One day at a time.

If I don’t change what’s been given,

What can I say to my children who gonna be claiming this city,

One day at a time.

I grew up on Capitol Hill

With two parents and two cars.

They had a beautiful marriage, we even had a swing set in our yard.

My mom didn’t have a job, because my dad made enough money that we could live comfortably and he could support us.

Now, he commute to Tacoma, so we knew we be good.

But then I realized everybody looked just like me in my neighborhood.

I go to school, which was diverse.

But indeed us, I got sandwiches and carpi suns well my friends ate their free lunch.

It’s crazy trying to look back, cause when I was growing up

I didn’t understand the fact was there’s something called a social status.

And my black friends wanted my financial bracket.

And then my city’s divided,

From neighborhood to neighborhood

We’re polarized but we claim we’re progressive.

The police shoot in the hood but never once in my residence.

As a white person been shot at we’d stopped in a Lexus.

And to think that we have claimed that so much has changed

Since Brown verses the bored of education and Roe verses Wade.

But around my way it all stays the same,

They just figured out a way to septate the black and white ways.

From places of plenty to the space with no pity the force is changing our city,

One day at a time.

If I don’t change what’s been given,

What can I say to my children who gonna be claiming this city,

One day at a time.

From places of plenty to the space with no pity the force is changing our city,

One day at a time.

If I don’t change what’s been given,

What can I say to my children who gonna be claiming this city,

One day at a time.

Say it’s the richest city in the world,

Riding, it’s just a pimp city in the shadows of Amazon’s office site.

And the jungle down the slide in Jose Rizas park.

It’s hard in the gate with a trail to a place over I-5

Where families survive, most my early life we’d known about it

Called development.

They kick them folks out and move them around every chance they can since so sacred of homelessness but ignoring them ain’t goin to change it

And tearing down there decks ain’t gonna make your ass safer.

For all that paper wasting, just to build up Safeco,

While Garfeild High School still remains like a slave.

Oh, we gave up on hope a long time ago son.

I woke on this floor after pacing hours before, mind racing like a child torn in war zones.

With every side challenge we need to manage and understand this balance I can’t fall or falter.

Brother, I’m just the author and no amount of words offered is ever been enough alter this system swallowing souls broke my own folks from up coast.

Only dreams close of what America was supposed to be.

But works for rich only the south in reality.

Take my family back to what they were running from before, when they left that war.

Same shit, different continent.

Home don’t exist anymore.

Home don’t exist anymore.

The 206 today is just ain’t the same.

Macklemore Miracle

[Dan Caplen:]

My troubles test me on the daily

They say that only God can save me

I think I’m slowly going under

But I won’t ever tell my bother

And now I wonder where’s the good gone?

‘Cause I can’t find no miracles ’til I go home

Oh, I wonder where’s the good gone?

Need to find me some hope

Where’s my miracle? Where’s my miracle?

Where’s my miracle?

[Macklemore:]

It’s been a long night

I just might wake up on the wrong side

I tell myself that it’ll be alright

Sunlight peaking through the dark sky

Bottle it up, fall in the cut, all out of luck

Downing in this quicksand and I swallow mud

I taste temptation and I fall in and out of love

Grab her hand, taxi cab, in God we trust

You can wish on all the star way up in the galaxy

They want you to fall apart so they can have a piece

I threw a hundred in a wishing well

And then I came back for a refund

Said all this pressure just might tip the scale

Seen it before, it’s just a re-run

So keep running, ay, I keep running

[Dan Caplen:]

My troubles test me on the daily

They say that only God can save me

I think I’m slowly going under

But I won’t ever tell my bother

And now I wonder where’s the good gone?

‘Cause I can’t find no miracles ’til I go home

Oh, I wonder where’s the good gone?

Need to find me some hope

Where’s my miracle? Where’s my miracle?

[Macklemore:]

I got some secrets, I got some secrets

My palms together, praying, but I keep on thinking ’bout evil

Snake-bit in blood, and the poison, it ain’t leaving

Wanna sabotage everything, one and only enemy

If these walls could talk, they’d have a lot of blackmail

Is karma real or not? I can’t tell

The Devil complimented me and said, “You dance well”

But prayers won’t save me, and neither will the fan mail

I’d be a sinner, but thank God I’m not religious

And I’m addicted, drugs and women, there’s no difference

I know the right, but the wrong is just so tempting

I’ve got a phobia, fear of what I’m missing, amen

Macklemore Bolo Tie

[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

Ol’ 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, shed my shell

Swam in oceans, felt the scales

Put my CD in Starbucks, it did not sell

Get the CD out the car trunk and did it 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

Y’all 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

[Outro – 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 NXNW Remix

[Verse 1: Geologic]

Now we live from the side of the last of the four corners

Just short of the northern international border

Was born a town upon the pond that all the people call The Sound

It’s time to call ’em out, you standin’ up or fallin’ down?

Saba dug inside a crate and Jake responded, he was on it

We interpreted the sample canceled

The opportunist on the corner acting stupid

We plotting to take it back

The crying and dedication on Gentrification Ave.

No imitation of way back, preservationist rap

We honor the past maybe to move it toward the future

From fresh tracks to emerald street, it’s foundation

And Mr. Anthony Grey paved the way and now we chase him

But they didn’t have the patience to place it as a priority

Herbs and haters never have served the greater majority

Words will never capture the glory of our story

Performing but never forgetting who came before me

In the northwest, northwest, northwest, north west

[Verse 2]

I’m from the city where it rains at

Where we bring the pain at

Put you lame cats where the lames at

We fly, we fresh, we hood

And in the northwest, Seattle…

I’m good with that nonsense

See I’m on everything constant

So you better ask him who I’m is

The lost city is the last one standing

We came through the forks so the crown demanding

[Verse 3]

The town is enhancing at the current date and time

And in the state of refinement definitive when the climb [?]

When it’s sink or swim

You want to test us? Better think again

Going hard ’til we reach the end

One day at a time I just move faster, I just move forward, I just move past ya

This is a new chapter from here on after

206 north by northwest we… [?]

[Verse 4: Thig Natural]

I’m from the city of rain and we came to spit flame

But come equipt with many mix that could solicit your dame

I’m kind of sick with it mane

I’m from the city where you probably find ’em twisted in chain

I keep it natural that’s the name

I love my town so damn much I never change

But I will speak to you through rhythms and over melodies

Travel the Emerald City with visions that you’ll never see

And clowns that front ain’t worth my energy

So here’s the remedy

Northwest, northwest, northwest, northwest

[Verse 5: Macklemore]

I was that kid on 23rd and Alder

With the ghetto blast that jacked and ran and told my mama

Came back, quarterback, playing Steve Largent

With lines and stay on your mind like Brian Bosworth

Aw heck no, this the best coast

Since Vida was ridin’ rays on the metro

One radio station they’re really not playing it

We need Cube like we need to build another stadium

From Chop to Showbox to the spots that we playin’ at

We rock it like this rock, rock turn it hella quickly

There really isn’t anything that you could tell my city

The crowds gonna be like “oh wow that was hella filthy” (That was hella filthy though)

I brought my showtoes with me long ass march, but the clientele’s listening

Now while I’m at it I’ll throw in a backpack

Put the northwest on the map, then go out and sell fifty

Anybody contest, North by Northwest

And it’s still no rest ’cause we’re not finished yet

We’re broke, but not broken

Cold, but not frozen

Lost but not forgotten, we’re kickin’ the doors open

Anybody contest, North by Northwest

And it’s still no rest ’cause we’re not finished yet

We’re broke, but not broken

Cold, but not frozen

Movin’ in slow motion, it’s that Northwest classic

Macklemore Thrift Shop

Hey, Macklemore! Can we go thrift shopping?

What, what, what, what… [8x]

Bada, bada, badadada [8x]

I’m gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I – I – I’m hunting, looking for a come-up

This is fucking awesome

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

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

Ice on the fringe, it’s so damn frosty

That people like, “Damn! That’s a cold ass honkey.”

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

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

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

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

Piiisssssss

But—shit—it was ninety-nine cents! Bag it

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

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

Bummy and grungy, fuck it, man

I am stuntin’ and flossin’ and

Savin’ my money and I’m hella happy that’s a bargain, bitch

I’m a take your grandpa’s style, I’m a take your grandpa’s style,

No, for real. Ask your grandpa. Can I have his hand-me-downs? Thank you

Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers

Dookie brown leather jacket that I found diggin’

They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboard

I bought a skeet blanket, then I bought a kneeboard

Hello, hello, my ace man, my Mello

John Wayne ain’t got nothing on my fringe game, hell no

I could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell those

The sneaker heads would be like “Aw, he got the Velcros”

[2x]

I’m gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I – I – I’m hunting, looking for a come-up

This is fucking awesome

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

What you knowin’ about wearin’ a fur fox skin?

I’m digging, I’m digging, I’m searching right through that luggage

One man’s trash, that’s another man’s come-up

Thank your granddad for donating that plaid button-up shirt

‘Cause right now I’m up in her skirt

I’m at the Goodwill, you can find me in the Uptons

I’m not, I’m not stuck, I’m searchin’ in that section Uptons

Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy

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

The built-in onesie with the socks on that motherfucker

I hit the party and they stop in that motherfucker

They be like, “Oh, that Gucci. That’s hella tight.”

I’m like, “Yo, that’s fifty dollars for a T-shirt.”

Limited edition, let’s do some simple addition

Fifty dollars for a T-shirt – that’s just some ignorant bitch. Shit

I call that getting swindled and pimped. Shit

I call that getting tricked by a business

That shirt’s hella dough

And having the same one as six other people in this club is a hella don’t

Peep game, come take a look through my telescope

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

Man you hella won’t

Goodwill… poppin’ tags… yeah!

I’m gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I – I – I’m hunting, looking for a come-up

This is fucking awesome

I wear your granddad’s clothes

I look incredible

I’m in this big ass coat

From that thrift shop down the road

I wear your granddad’s clothes, damn right

I look incredible, now come on, man

I’m in this big ass coat, big ass coat

From that thrift shop down the road. Let’s go

I’m gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I – I – I’m hunting, looking for a come-up

This is fucking awesome

Is that your grandma’s coat?