Victory Lap - Macklemore, Ryan Lewis

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

Gimme 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 that 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 his Guinness

And we on (we on)

Good music, get lost in the ambiance

When day we’ll leave here

But these words live on

Till then, we keep on making the songs

So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high)

So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high)

So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high)

Put 'em up, up up, up up (so high)

So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high)

So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high)

I remember that Freshman edition

Last year thinking to myself like

Yah, nah, I won’t win it yet

I probably won’t get it, but I’m gonna give it everything

Play my position

The next 11 months I gave it all everything I had 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

Now a days make good music, the people are your label

So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high)

So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high)

So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high)

Put 'em up, up up, up up (so high)

So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high)

So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high)

Oh my God, feels like a victory lap

Can I have that moment

Can I talk my shit

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»

Put 'em up, up up, up up

Up, up up, up up

Up, up up, up up

Macklemore, Ryan Lewis, Seattle

Put 'em up, up up, up up

Up, up up, up up (so high)