Lirik Lagu Letterhead Remix - Macklemore
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
YoI've been obsessed with words ever since I was a little buckThen I grew bigger and figured drawing pads weren't big enoughI wanted to use a wall, but in school was taught not toAnd that graffiti was the root of all evilIt's just letters and making them unnatural shapesSo clean caps, surgical masks is actually sayin activateTo coat our empireLiftin' mad cans of paint from Fred MeyersEmpty 'em out under bridges and walls of alleywaysGivin the graph task force a sour tasteThe same flavor that makes haters salivateIt was my goal as a minor, caught a felony, so now what theyI don't struggle to prove nothing to youI get a head full of letters,I'm cuttin 'em loose, speakin the truthCousin, it ain't a gift, it's a habitWhether good or bad, I won't regret it when I'm lookin back
Cause I'm a letterheadI'm a letterheadSo don't sweat the techniqueWhen I represent meGet em
Lunch time, I was tryin to bring that realness backFuck the lunch line, cause I ain't have no sprill or sprashI was on the way to Fred Meyers just to fill my bagsSteppin in the home improvement section with my sticky handsThat's why I got these baggy pants, to conceal the stashBut undercover security can't conceal his badgeI know every single camera that this building hasAnd I racked so many cans that I'm almost feeling badThat's exactly what a bad look ain'tCause it's quite good, like the backwood tasteAnd I never stole a Snickers but I have took paintSo hello my name is pickers in the black book, thanksShit, I'd be admired if I was trying harderBut I'm a riot starter, beef igniterJust a street writer but I hope to die a martyrFreedom fighter, woulda stolen pilot marker
Why you got all that spray paint on your finger tips?Cause I'm a letterheadI'm a letterheadSo don't sweat the techniqueWhile I represent me
I was just a kid in Seattle doin kick flips in a flannelWith some fat cats, I wracked off midget enamelsIn Cali, they rhyme chateaus with mellowsMy posse was on Broadway, scribin on the MetrosGettin pound by the bus driver"Hell nah! "I was a letterhead, my life was graffitiLetters I lived, I put pride in that mean streetAdventures to your ribs, I'm not goin to the precinctYou can buff me, you can cuff meYou can't stop meI'm young, cocky, gettin up with my sharpieMichelangelo with the concreteThat little ball in the paint can was the metronome to my heart beatI put my freedom on the line, for the letters on the wallsShubu, patriot, flat black up in my palmCherry red in my blood, I bleed the ink through my armsIt's like America bombin buildings and not gettin caught
Nope I'm not gettin caughtCause I'm a letterheadYes I am, I've been tellin you thatDon't sweat the technique, while I'm killing these beats
Bitch.
Cause I'm a letterheadI'm a letterheadSo don't sweat the techniqueWhen I represent meGet em
Lunch time, I was tryin to bring that realness backFuck the lunch line, cause I ain't have no sprill or sprashI was on the way to Fred Meyers just to fill my bagsSteppin in the home improvement section with my sticky handsThat's why I got these baggy pants, to conceal the stashBut undercover security can't conceal his badgeI know every single camera that this building hasAnd I racked so many cans that I'm almost feeling badThat's exactly what a bad look ain'tCause it's quite good, like the backwood tasteAnd I never stole a Snickers but I have took paintSo hello my name is pickers in the black book, thanksShit, I'd be admired if I was trying harderBut I'm a riot starter, beef igniterJust a street writer but I hope to die a martyrFreedom fighter, woulda stolen pilot marker
Why you got all that spray paint on your finger tips?Cause I'm a letterheadI'm a letterheadSo don't sweat the techniqueWhile I represent me
I was just a kid in Seattle doin kick flips in a flannelWith some fat cats, I wracked off midget enamelsIn Cali, they rhyme chateaus with mellowsMy posse was on Broadway, scribin on the MetrosGettin pound by the bus driver"Hell nah! "I was a letterhead, my life was graffitiLetters I lived, I put pride in that mean streetAdventures to your ribs, I'm not goin to the precinctYou can buff me, you can cuff meYou can't stop meI'm young, cocky, gettin up with my sharpieMichelangelo with the concreteThat little ball in the paint can was the metronome to my heart beatI put my freedom on the line, for the letters on the wallsShubu, patriot, flat black up in my palmCherry red in my blood, I bleed the ink through my armsIt's like America bombin buildings and not gettin caught
Nope I'm not gettin caughtCause I'm a letterheadYes I am, I've been tellin you thatDon't sweat the technique, while I'm killing these beats
Bitch.
