[Intro:]
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And they say, "Don't forget where you come from
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Don't die holding on to your words
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Cause you know you got a whole world to change
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But understand who you got to change first"
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[Verse 1:]
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And I was like "Fuck that", humility bust back
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I remember the days with nothing but a bus pass
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I was just a little shorty hoping that I could find a bum to buy a 40 for me
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And have enough for a bud sack
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Yeah, and I dance on that instrumental
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Unorthodox like Basquiat with the pencil
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Give me a microphone and a beat box I could vent to
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Music the only medium that I could find myself through
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Recluse, sipping on some lean I would let loose
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Looking in the mirror, watching myself lose
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Cleaned up in '08, got a job making barely minimum wage
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To get into that page
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Hit the road with RL, performing in front of 8 people
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And that shit will check your ego
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About around that time I'm watching that EP go
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From nothing to getting us booked around the country
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I know no limits, life can change in an instant
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8 People turn into sold out shows in a minute
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And I'm watching my pops in the back row grinning
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With his glass up to my mom, toasting this Guinness
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[Hook]
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And we on (we on)
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Good music, it lies in the ambiance
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When we leave here
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Will these words live on
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Till then, we keep on making the songs
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So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high)
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So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high)
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So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high)
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Put 'em up, up up, up up (so high)
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So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high)
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So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high)
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[Verse 2:]
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I remember that Freshman edition
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Last year thinking to myself like
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Yah, nah, I won't win it yet
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Probably won't get it, but I'm gonna give it everything
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Play my position
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The next 11 months I gave it all everything I had left in me
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Left blood, sweat, tears in every god damn city
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No label, no deal, no publicist, indie
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Just music that connected and fans that rode with me
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Throw me a gold mine, and a co-sign
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While you're riding a couple dope rides
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2 women, both dimes
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Not gonna lie, that shit sounds so nice
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But I got creative control and my souls mine
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I wouldn't trade it, maybe I'm crazy
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I put on for my city
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Seattle that raised me
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Rule 4080, it's really not changing
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Now a days make good music, the people are your label
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[Hook]
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So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high)
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So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high)
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So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high)
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Put 'em up, up up, up up (so high)
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So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high)
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So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high)
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[Outro:]
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Oh my god, feels like a victory lap
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Can I have that moment
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Can I talk my shit
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And they say, "Don't forget where you come from
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Don't die holding on to your words
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Cause you know you got a whole world to change
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But understand who you got to change first"
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Put 'em up, up up, up up
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Up, up up, up up
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Up, up up, up up
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Macklemore, Ryan Lewis, Seattle
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Put 'em up, up up, up up
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Up, up up, up up (so high)
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Victory Lap
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Macklemore |