Victory Lap

[Intro: Macklemore]

Now they say, "Don't forget where you come from

Don't die holding on to your words

Cause you know, that you got a whole world to change

But understand who you gotta change first"

[Verse 1: Macklemore]

And I was like "Fuck that", humility bust back

I remember the days with nothing but a bus pass

I was just a little shorty, just hopin' that I could find a bum

To buy a 40 for me and have enough for a bud sack

Yeah, and I dance on that instrumental

Unorthodox like Basquiat with the pencil

Give me a microphone and a beat box I could vent to

Music the only medium that I could find myself through

Recluse, sippin' on some lean I would let loose

Lookin' in the mirror, watchin' myself lose

Cleaned up in oh-eight, got a job makin' barely minimum wage

To get into that page

Hit the road with R.L., performing in front of eight people

And that shit will check your ego

About around that time I'm watching that EP go

From nothing to getting us booked around the country

I know no limits, life can change in an instant

Eight people turn into sold out shows in a minute

Now watching my pops in the back row grinnin'

With his glass up to my mom, toastin' his Guinness

[Pre-Chorus: Macklemore]

And we on, we on

Good music, it lies in the ambiance

One day we'll leave here

But these words live on

Till then, we keep on making the songs

[Chorus: Macklemore]

So put 'em up, up up, up up, so high

So put 'em up, up up, up up, so high

So put 'em up, up up, up up, so high

Put 'em up, up up, up up, so high

So put 'em up, up up, up up, so high

So put 'em up, up up, up up, so high

[Verse 2: Macklemore]

I remember that Freshman edition

Last year thinking to myself like

Yeah, nah, I won't win it yet, I probably won't get it, but

I'ma give it everything, play my position

The next 11 months I gave it all, everything I had in me

Left blood, sweat, tears in every god damn city

No label, no deal, no publicist, indie

Just music that connected and fans that rode with me

Throw me a gold mine, and a co-sign

While you're riding a couple dope rides

Two women, both dimes

Not gonna lie, that shit sounds so nice

But I got creative control, and my soul's mine

I wouldn't trade it, maybe I'm crazy

I put on for my city, Seattle, that raised me

Rule four-thousand-and-eighty, it's really not changing

Now a days make good music, the people are your label

[Chorus: Macklemore]

So put 'em up, up up, up up, so high

So put 'em up, up up, up up, so high

So put 'em up, up up, up up, so high

Put 'em up, up up, up up, so high

So put 'em up, up up, up up, so high

So put 'em up, up up, up up, so high

[Outro: Macklemore]

Oh my God

Feels like a victory lap

Can I have that moment

Can I talk my shit

[Interlude: Macklemore]

Now they say, "Don't forget where you come from

Don't die holding on to your words

Cause you know, that you got a whole world to change

But understand who you gotta change first"

[Outro: Macklemore]

Put 'em, up, up, up up

Up, up, up up

Put 'em, up, up, up up

Macklemore, Ryan Lewis

Put 'em up, up, up up

Up, up, up up

Put 'em, up, up, up up (so high)