Lirik Lagu Ten Thousand Hours - Macklemore
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
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- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
UhI hope that God decides to talk through himThat the people decide to walk with himRegardless of pitchfork cosigns I've jumpedMake sure the soundman doesn't cockblock the drumsLet the snare knock the air right out of your lungsAnd those words be the oxygenJust breatheHey man, regardless I'm a say itFelt like I got signed the day that I got an agentGot an itunes check, shit man I'm paying rentAbout damn time that I got out of my basementAbout damn time I got around the country and I hit these stagesI was made to slay themTen thousand hours I'm so damn close I can taste itOn some Malcolm Gladwell, David Bowie meets Kanye shitThis is dedicationA life lived for art is never a life wastedTen thousand
Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand antsTen thousands ants, they carry meTen thousand hours felt like ten thousand antsTen thousands ants, they carry me
Now, now, nowThis is my world, this is my arenaThe TV told me something different I didn't believe itI stand here in front of you today all because of an ideaI could be who I wanted if I could see my potentialAnd I know that one day I'm a be himPut the gloves on, sparring with my egoEveryone's greatest obstacle, I beat 'emCelebrate that achievementGot some attachments, some baggage I'm actually working on leavingSee, I observed EscherI love BasquiatI watched Keith HaringYou see I study artThe greats weren't great because at birth they could paintThe greats were great cause they paint a lotI will not be a statisticJust let me beNo child left behind, that's the american schemeI make my living off of wordsAnd do what I love for workAnd got around 980 on my SATsTake that system, what did you expect?Generation of kids choosing love over a deskPut those hours in and look at what you getNothing that you can hold, but everything that it isTen thousand
Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand handsTen thousands hands, they carry meTen thousand hours felt like ten thousand handsTen thousands hands, they carry me
Same shit, different day, same struggleSlow motion as time slips through my knucklesNothing beautiful about it, no light at the tunnelFor the people that put the passion before them being comfortableRaw, unmedicated heart no substituteBanging on table tops, no subs to tootI'm feeling better than ever man, what is up with you?Scraping my knuckles, I'm battling with some drug abuseI lost another friend, got another call from a sisterAnd I speak for the people that share that struggle tooLike they got something bruisedMy only rehabilitation was the sweat, tears and blood when up in the booth...
It's the part of the showWhere it all fades awayWhen the lights go to blackAnd the band leaves the stageAnd you wanted an encoreBut there's no encore todayCause the moment is nowCan't get it back from the grave
Part of the showIt all fades awayLights go to blackBand leaves the stageYou wanted an encoreBut there's no encore todayCause the moment is nowCan't get it back from the grave
Welcome to the heistWelcome to the heist...
Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand antsTen thousands ants, they carry meTen thousand hours felt like ten thousand antsTen thousands ants, they carry me
Now, now, nowThis is my world, this is my arenaThe TV told me something different I didn't believe itI stand here in front of you today all because of an ideaI could be who I wanted if I could see my potentialAnd I know that one day I'm a be himPut the gloves on, sparring with my egoEveryone's greatest obstacle, I beat 'emCelebrate that achievementGot some attachments, some baggage I'm actually working on leavingSee, I observed EscherI love BasquiatI watched Keith HaringYou see I study artThe greats weren't great because at birth they could paintThe greats were great cause they paint a lotI will not be a statisticJust let me beNo child left behind, that's the american schemeI make my living off of wordsAnd do what I love for workAnd got around 980 on my SATsTake that system, what did you expect?Generation of kids choosing love over a deskPut those hours in and look at what you getNothing that you can hold, but everything that it isTen thousand
Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand handsTen thousands hands, they carry meTen thousand hours felt like ten thousand handsTen thousands hands, they carry me
Same shit, different day, same struggleSlow motion as time slips through my knucklesNothing beautiful about it, no light at the tunnelFor the people that put the passion before them being comfortableRaw, unmedicated heart no substituteBanging on table tops, no subs to tootI'm feeling better than ever man, what is up with you?Scraping my knuckles, I'm battling with some drug abuseI lost another friend, got another call from a sisterAnd I speak for the people that share that struggle tooLike they got something bruisedMy only rehabilitation was the sweat, tears and blood when up in the booth...
It's the part of the showWhere it all fades awayWhen the lights go to blackAnd the band leaves the stageAnd you wanted an encoreBut there's no encore todayCause the moment is nowCan't get it back from the grave
Part of the showIt all fades awayLights go to blackBand leaves the stageYou wanted an encoreBut there's no encore todayCause the moment is nowCan't get it back from the grave
Welcome to the heistWelcome to the heist...
