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