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Fallin – Macklemore

I swear I’ve been here before, there’s a war in my heart,
Inside my chest is a thorn it’s been torn from the start,
The picture painted is warped, the hearts aching and scarred,
Music’s the band-aid I’m too afraid to take this shit off
Another drink at the bar but I’m not drunk enough,
Each shot burns less but the chest isn’t numbin up,
A voice keeps talkin’ in my head and I’m a fuck him up,
Fill the gun with lead and bust until the pump shuts him up,
Emos and rockers and rockers and emos another shot of some vodka to get myself up off of my ego,
There’s a door to my conscious, I can’t unlock it or see the peephole,
This angel held my baggage and then vanished like where did she go,
I was beside her but I was walking by myself though,
Break the silence with my cell phone it doesn’t help though,
I can’t believe this is happening, sinking into depression,
I’ve been here before and now I’m back again

I keep fallin, I keep fallin, I keep fallin, down the rain
Keeps pourin, keeps pourin, I don’t know if I can get up today
Keep fallin, I keep fallin, fallin, down the rain
Keeps pourin, keeps pourin, I don’t know if I can get up today

6am hung over leaving my booty call watch the sunrise
Head over I-5 headed North but there’s no sign of sunshine,
Empty brandy bottles spilled on the forgotten memories
Know I gotta let it go I’m just to selfish to set it free
Like forced release, two hours later I just got up and bounced
If she could only see me now head lost swallowed and drowned
The path is up but I followed it down
A man gone and hollowed out because you opened it up,
You can’t start over now
What’s to keep going for? validated by drunken whores bloody knuckles so numb and sore from punching these rusty doors
Freeway signs underpasses man stranded dusty mattress
This world is bipolar, beautiful for some for others the fuckin’ saddest…
So sick of lugging baggage
All I got is drugs and alcohol and these cuts of passion
Brain serenade razor blade punk madness
Pain is love plug the drain but the rain keeps crashing like

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I keep fallin, I keep fallin, I keep fallin, down the rain
Keeps pourin, keeps pourin, I don’t know if I can get up today
Keep fallin, I keep fallin, fallin, down the rain
Keeps pourin, keeps pourin, I don’t know if I can get up today

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Bush Song – Macklemore

[Intro:]
Hello Americans
My name is George Bush, and I’m goin’ to do a rap for ya’ll
Check it out

[Verse 1:]
Bitch I’m from Texas
We’re homophobic and sexist
And if these Mexicans keep comin in I’m a dismember em
You don’t see me in El Paso, selling their tacos
Shit in my el bano, I’ll cut off your asshole
God damnit, don’t even talk about the faggots
If I ever seen one singin the national anthem I’m a strangle em
Hell nah they can’t get married, but they can fight in the military
Hopefully they’ll end up buried in a cemetery
I don’t even consider em people
Go ahead put ’em in the front lines
Next to them negroes
But I’m not racist
Colin Powell’s like my brother, aright I admit it I hate ‘I’m
Where’s Dick Cheney at? Probably off in Iraq
Findin some oil to tap, tell em I got up on that
And y’all still think it was Bin Laden
When it was us and the Masons, plottin on oil profits

[Hook: x2]
I’m evil
But y’all didn’t know though
Now y’all stuck with a president that y’all didn’t vote fo’
Unemployment is up, the economy’s in a ditch
Our country’s at war, but I don’t give a shit I’m rich

[Verse 2:]
My brother said some racist shit a coupla years back
Then the blacks came out and started to protest and crap
And I knew I’d have little hope, cause all the sudden
The blacks got together and started to register to vote
But thank God for computers and them helping
Cause we got the last names of every single felon
We programmed the computers to find the names that were the same
Whoever came up couldn’t vote on th’ election day
Way to go Jeb, really great strategy
We got rid of the majority of black families
And I’m not even talkin’ about Dade County
The expired military ballots are bogus counted
I’d like to thank my cousin and the help from my pappy
My cousin owns Fox and it made me very happy
He told the entire world that I won
Before the votes were bein done counted
And even though Gore had more, what matters in the end
Is the Supreme Court, and those are my dad’s friends
So thank you very much, and please remember
If you don’t vote, I’ll see you back in November

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[Hook x2]

[Outro:]
I’m rich, George muthafuckin Bush, what? what!?
O- ok, uh nothing dad- nothin daddy, nut- I’m not doin nuttin
No it’s country, do-don’t Da-Daddy, Daddy, ok (smack smack smack)
Aah Daddy

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Brad Pitt’s Cousin (Feat. Ryan Lewis) – Macklemore

Lirik lagu: Brad Pitt’s Cousin (Feat. Ryan Lewis)

[Verse 1 – Macklemore:]
Slick shit man, that’s all we do
Hold up, little homie, let me talk my truth
Made an Instagram for my cat
And my cat doesn’t even rap
And got more followers than you
Hold up, let me get my cat a bar
She’s filthy, hey Cairo come here baby
(Meow) Now my cat’s more famous than you ever will be
I been hustling, you can’t tell me nothing
I’m Brad Pitt’s ugly cousin
But when you’re drunk at the wedding, still gon’ fuck him

[Hook – Xperience:]
When you see me in the club
Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin
Angelina show me love
Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin
You got me fucked up
Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin
Like you don’t know what’s up
Bradley, he’s cuzo

[Post-Hook – Xperience:]
All my Angelinas, if you got it let me see it
All my Angelinas, if you got it let me see it
All my Angelinas, if you got it let me see it
All my Angelinas, if you got it let me see it

[Verse 2 – Macklemore:]
You’re embarrassed huh?
I’m in Paris, bruh
You brought your whole crew
I’m with my parents, bruh
Every white dude in America went to the barber shop
“Give me the Macklemore haircut”
Australia, they heard of me
Germany, they heard of me
Japan, they heard of me
It’s a murder scene, you gon’ learn some things
My dick named Ron Burgundy
I’m bad news with a pan flute
In a plaid suit, no can do
No, uh uh, I don’t work for free
I used to smoke that purple weed
Sip a bunch of purple drink
That shit did not work for me
And now I just sip herbal tea
I’m posted at the swapmeet in a robe eating Church’s wings
So cold, so cold, no emergen-C

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[Hook – Xperience:]
When you see me in the club
Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin
Angelina show me love
Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin
You got me fucked up
Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin
Like you don’t know what’s up
Brad Pitt, Brad, Pitt

[Post-Hook – Xperience:]
All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it
All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it
All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it
All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it

[Verse 3 – Macklemore:]
Did it by myself, not a little bit of help
Nobody, nobody did nothing, I knelt
On my knees, said “God, please give me a deal”
And God texted me back
“Don’t be dumb, young man, gotta do it yourself”
It’s up to you to turn the pen into a machete
And make sure that every beat that you meet gets killed
I treat the beat just like a pussy
And I eat it up and beat it up and leave it fucked
So you cannot compete with us
I’m weaving in and out of traffic
In the Cadillac, oh wait, is that us on the radio?
Wait, is that us on the radio?
It’s what I always dreamed of
Back when I had peach fuzz
Shoutout to the homie D
Who’s D? Deez nuts
I’m eating chicken wings and onions rings
If you’re wondering, yes, I does my thing
And another thing, no puppet strings
On the company, we sucker free
I ain’t trippin’ on what the public think
Ten thousand, we hustling
This shit didn’t happen overnight
This shit didn’t happen suddenly

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[Hook – Xperience:]
When you see me in the club
Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin
Angelina show me love
Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin
You got me fucked up
Brad Pitt, that’s my cousin
Like you don’t know what’s up
Brad Pitt, Brad, Pitt

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Crew Cuts – Macklemore

If it ain’t fresh then you ain’t gettin’ 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 gettin’ 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 gettin’ shit from my allowance

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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 gettin’ 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.

Before CDs and internet the kings was in effect
You fiends wasn’t gettin’ respect
Before MP3s and CD-Js, we pop in a tape cassette
Chain on my chest, I’m fresh

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