GROWING UP MACKLEMORE AZ LYRICS SKIN
The other half is trying to figure out how to grow up myself.Hey, hey, hey Good to see you Come on, dude, let's go Yeah! Let's go! Ha-ha-ha-ha alright Alright, okay Alright, okay Alright, okay Return of the Mack Get 'em, what it is, what it does, what it is, what it isn't Looking for a better way to get up outta bed Instead of getting on the Internet And checking on who hit me, get up Thrift shop, pimp-strut walkin' Little bit of humble, little bit of cautious Somewhere between like Rocky and Cosby Sweater game, nope nope, y'all can't copy, yeah Bad, moonwalking, 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, hustlin' Chasing dreams since I was fourteen With the four-track, bussin' Halfway cross that city with the back (back) pack (pack), fat (fat) cat (cat), crushin' Labels out here, now they can't tell me nothin' ( Hey, hey, hey) We give that to the people, spread it across the country ( Hey, hey, hey, oh) Labels out here, now they can't tell me nothin' ( Hey, hey, hey) We give it to the people, spread it across the country ( Hey, hey, hey, oh) When I got back to the cabin the next day, Ryan had made a new beat that would eventually become the song you’re listening I was going back to the city once a week to attend a birthing class with When Tricia walked out of the bathroom, Iĥ months later we were recording in a remote cabin away from the density that is But in actuality the hypothetical “dad" version of me looked completely different than the man whose heart was beating out of his chest on the carpet, praying to a god or spirit I hadn’t talked to in I basically assumed that I'd have it all I held on to clear expectations of where I wanted be in my career, my age, my level of self-care, and my I’ve always had some make-believe image in my head of who I would be as a Scared of the process of staring at myself through a page and seeing someone that I wasn’t proud
It would make for a far more polished and respectable I wish that I could say that I was in a “better place” when I found out the
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