Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BomBom, artist - Macklemore. Date of issue: 08.10.2012
Song language: English
BomBom |
| I put my life on the line |
| I roll them dice and I’m fine |
| Cause all I ever dreamt about was makin' it |
| They ain’t giving it, I’m taking it |
| I’m taking it, taking it, They ain’t giving it |
| I’m taking it, taking it, They ain’t giving it |
| I’m taking it, taking it, They ain’t giving it |
| I’m taking it, taking it, I need all that shit |
| (Steal myself a record deal. |
| Steal myself a record deal. |
| Steal myself a record deal.) |
| If I just went in and stole it the police would’ve noticed |
| Gotta be strategic, creeping, go in, leave with that motive |
| Hold up, my plan is forming, alright, case in this building |
| Watch these rappers that rappin' walk in and leave out with millions (millions) |
| Headed in and sway there, open that front door |
| Interscope printed out right by the entrance door closes |
| Not a metaphor, then I start towards |
| That front, that’s right, where you check in |
| Dressed in an uniform, acting like a janitor |
| All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot? |
| Bloodthirsty for the money like a bull |
| Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!) |
| Carrying 2 cans of paint, |
| Security looks at me awkward |
| I say third floor I’m late, |
| Paintin' Jimmy Iovine’s office |
| Holding my breath 'bout to faint |
| I’m scared to death that he stops me |
| Heart beating so loud that you can hear the echo in that lobby |
| And see I’m breaking down if I don’t make it out |
| Then I’m leaving town with that contract |
| And I’m spazzing out, cover the in or out |
| His chair and I’m taking him hostage |
| I don’t give a fuck, step into the elevator press three |
| Now I’m headed up (Heist!) |
| What they don’t know is a gun in the paint can |
| And I’m ready and willing to bust 'em, I’m fucking desperate |
| Stuck in this recession now what you think |
| But if I could get signed my luck is destined |
| My future depends on ink |
| And secretary at the front of the entrance staring right at me |
| I walk up she whispers go ahead and then gives me a wink |
| I put my life on the line |
| I roll them dice and I’m fine |
| Cause all I ever dreamt about was makin' it |
| They ain’t giving it, I’m taking it |
| I’m taking it, taking it, They ain’t giving it |
| I’m taking it, taking it, They ain’t giving it |
| I’m taking it, taking it, They ain’t giving it |
| I’m taking it, taking it, I need all that shit |
| I made past security, the secretary, the cubicles |
| But it’s weird, it’s like this room I’ve walked into is unusual |
| Thought it would be shiny and beautiful |
| Thought it would be alive and like musical |
| But it feels like someone died, it’s got the vibe of a funeral |
| There’s numbers on a chalkboard |
| CDs boxed in cardboard |
| Artists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores |
| Graphic designers are sitting around |
| Waiting for albums that never come out |
| Complainin' that they have nobody in house |
| Wonderin' what they make art for |
| I start thinking, am I in the right place? |
| Just walk forward, see plaques on the wall |
| Oh yea, in a second those will be all yours |
| Finally see an office with a mounted sign, heaven sent |
| Big block silver letters, read it out loud: President (nice!) |
| This was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet |
| Right then felt a cold hand grab on the back of my neck |
| He said: we’ve been watching you, so glad you could make it |
| Your music, it’s so impressive in this whole brand you created |
| You’re one hell of a band, we here think you’re destined for greatness |
| And with that right song we all know that you’re next to be famous |
| Now I’m sorry. |
| I’ve had a long day remind me now what your name is? |
| That’s right, Macklemore, of course, today has been crazy |
| Anyway, you ready? |
| We’ll give you a hundred thousand dollars. |
| After your album comes out we’ll need back that money that you borrowed (mm-hm) |
| — So it’s really like a loan. |
| — A loan? |
| Come on, no! |
| We’re a team, 360 degrees, we will reach your goals! |
| You’ll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road |
| Along with a third of the money you make when you’re out doing your shows |
| Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10 |
| So shit, after taxes you and Ryan have 7% to split |
| That’s not bad, I’ve seen a lot worse, |
| No one will give you a better offer than us (mm-hm) |
| I replied I appreciate the offer, thought that this is what I wanted |
| Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked |