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Macklemore y Ryan Lewis - St. Ides

Portada de 'Macklemore y Ryan Lewis - This unruly mess I've made'
Álbum: This unruly mess I've made
Letras: Más letras del álbum
Lanzamiento: 2016
Publicada: el 10 de Marzo del 2016
Lecturas: 897
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I think happiness went thataway.
Sometimes you just have to wait.
I never believed in God
But things got so fucked up.
That I had to pray.
Used to steal my Daddy's Cabernet.
Never thought that it would turn into a rattlesnake.
Thinkin', everything will be all right
If we could get through the week.
Maybe see another Saturday.
Rollin' round, we know where to go.
Argue with the homies over who's gonna roll.
Bumpin' Goodie Mob, have some food for the soul
Till it's two in the morn'.
When rain hits the windshield
And everything is still
Nothing really is a big deal.
One hand on the steering wheel
And we gon' be all right.


I had a brown paper bag.
St. Ides in that motherfucker
Around the city we smash.
5-0 comin' then you know I'm running.
Crawl into broken fences, when shit gets hard
You know who your friend is.
And when I lose perspective
Need to go to a place where I lose reception.
Looking at the satellites pass by.
Reflecting on my past life.
I can barely remember last night.
Another morning, swearing it's the last time.
Where would I be?
We can't start over, you don't get a new ID.
I know the devil fancy me
But that don't mean the motherfucker get to dance with me.


I bought a house, second guessing what I own now (What?)
Traffic moving kinda slow now (What?)
I watch the population grow wild (What?)
A bunch of people I don't know now (What?)
My city's changed and my zoned out.
I thought about New York, maybe SoCal.
Put up condos people can't afford now.
Landmarks bulldozed, been tore down.
Overpopulated but can seem like a ghost town.
Keep a couple real ones with me when it goes down.
Lack of diversity, I think about Sloane now.
Only reason I would ever leave my hometown.
If I still drink, I would crack a 40 ounce.
Parents finally left, moved away, and they sold the house.
It's really hard to ignore it now.
Wish that we could sort it out.
Last couple sips, pour it out.
St. Ides.


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