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歌手: Macklemore • 专辑:BEN • 发布时间:2023-03-03
作曲 : Ben Haggerty/Josh Rawlings/Joshua "Budo" Karp/Tyler Andrews
 Ah, nah-nah
 Ah, nah-nah

 Well, I'm an alleycat, some say, "A dirty rat"
 On my side, is my gat, but l'm lyin' 'bout that
 Still bumpin' Buckshot
 Trench coat, all in matte black
 Hat with the curls bangin' right out the back
 Facts, I dive in
Open eyelids, **** a silence
 Big pharma, rest in piss, and get the Heisman
 Look in my iris, see the trips where I been
 Anti pill bottle, pro psilocybin
 Still buyin' bootleg Gucci from China
 Donate most but still throw it on consignment
 Red carpet, Jeff Goldblum's behind us
 And they ain't got a clue that these ain't real diamonds

 Don't turn me back to the old me
 Backpack, rappin' and battlin' back in Oly
 I was studyin' the Carter one right after '03
 Marinara, brick oven on the terrace, with the goat cheese
 You flatbread from Panera, don't approach me
 Coasting
 David Blaine on that beat, floating
OGs, don't make a mother****er OD
 That outfit, that's a "No" for me
 If you gonna to do drugs, I can suggest some
But I wouldn't spend that much of your money on shit
 I ain't judgin', enjoy your life
 But that shit is killin' people and it's overpriced
 Hit the club, get the bag
 Man, I know that's right
 But let me teach you youngbloods how to hold the mic, I'm older, right?
 Never had a poltergeist and still slap a rapper like a white Dolemite, ah

 I black out, stage dive right into the crowd
I never tap out, and I ain't workin' for a ****ing suit, so don't ask now
 That's why I always speak my mind and never back down
 Since Pac was behind Shock, up in the background
 Shh, shh, shh, watch the cops
 Started to rap because I cannot pop and lock
 Went from sellin' Nicks in a knot in my sock
 To sellin' out arenas where the Knicks throw up shots

 Goddamn, that's a hell of a come up
 European festival money, that's a hell of a summer
 I remember they were sayin' l'd be a one-hit wonder
 Forty platinum later, boy, they were wrong 'bout the number, nah-nah
 l'm so focused, the pen is so potent
 The beachfront look like I own the whole ocean
 PulI up in that, skrrt skrrt, the door opens
 The mink coat, draggin' on the floor, I ain't even notice
 These rappers so emotive
 Grown men emoji
 Face cryin' all on their socials
 And I ain't hatin', I guess I'm just old school
 We suppress feelings and scrapped right after homeroom
 Old gold, OJ, and some cold shrooms
 20 ounce of Faygo to go with the soul food
 Look what I made off of Protools
 Still remind pops, 'Awe, man, yeah, I told you"

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