Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Firebreather , by - Macklemore. Song from the album GEMINI, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bendo
Song language: English
Firebreather |
| Got a Guns N' Roses T-shirt, and never listened to the band |
| Just being honest, I just thought that shit looked cool |
| Hold up, do you know who I am? |
| Turn the block to Woodstock |
| Retire? |
| Don’t think that I could stop |
| Jet-ski the way I ride the beat |
| And fuck your wave, I’ma die knowing that I did me |
| I got some words and I cannot let them die in me |
| This is arena status |
| Our bones end up in the ground, does it even matter? |
| Make some good music, get what you put in |
| Get out and go and leave the planet |
| Now what the hell did you think this is? |
| We’re born, we’re dying, in-between we live |
| Love, prosper, hands to the sky, catch a gospel |
| Roll the dice, nah, I ain’t betting on tomorrow |
| Chain looking like Orion’s Belt |
| Jacket looking something like a lion pelt |
| Had to take a break and find myself |
| They put me in a box by myself |
| The same writers criticizing my rhymes |
| Are the same writers that I gentrify in Bed-Stuy |
| I can’t even see the hate, I should probably check my eyes |
| I got 50,000 phones pointed at me in the sky |
| Between a rock and a hard place |
| Cold blunted with a stone face |
| Firebreather, firebreather |
| Born under a blood moon |
| But the sun is coming up soon |
| Firebreather, firebreather |
| Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire |
| Firebreather, firebreather |
| Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire |
| Firebreather, yeah, firebreather |
| What the fuck you think I’m doing it for? |
| Hungry like it’s my rookie year, and I’m new to the sport |
| The game is tied up, they looking at you in the fourth |
| Do you take the shot or pass it, this is ten-thousand hours |
| And I’m working on my Master’s, liabilities, and assets |
| And I’m showing up to practice, shooting early, getting baskets |
| There’s no father to my style, I’m just a freckle-faced bastard |
| An animal in the jungle, running, hunting with a habit (woo) |
| Abracadabra that motherfucker is magic |
| It’s '81 and Madonna is on me dancing |
| I’m sorry momma, I got it, I know I should mind my manners |
| I’d probably go double-platinum if I could think of an ad-lib |
| I’m jazz Prince, I rap a lot |
| I grew up on Scarface, now Brad’s my dawg (woo) |
| Irish goodbye, sayonara and we mobbin' |
| Put the nail in the coffin, motherfucker, I’m on one |
| Between a rock and a hard place |
| Cold blunted with a stone face |
| Firebreather, firebreather |
| Born under a blood moon |
| But the sun is coming up soon |
| Firebreather, firebreather |
| Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire |
| Firebreather, firebreather |
| Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire |
| Firebreather, yeah, firebreather |