Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Light Tunnels, artist - Macklemore. Album song This Unruly Mess I've Made, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.02.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Macklemore
Song language: English
Light Tunnels |
Last night the sky’s turned purple |
and past lives in light tunnels |
Light tunnels |
In the back of a town car, staring at myself in a tux |
Maneuvering through the people out front |
Police barricade, orange cones and we’re stuck |
Twenty minutes late and my manager blowing me up |
Security guard in the garage at the entrance |
We rolled down the window and showed him our credentials |
Turrell flash the pass and he let’s us continue |
Metal detectors, phone booths and reception |
I should be grateful this my nine to five |
I walk into the green room, alright, alright |
I get on YouTube tryna learn how to tie on my tie |
Fuck it, I’ll wear the bolo tonight, night, night |
I probably shouldn’t have done the drugs I’ve done |
A couple of days ago, detox son |
I forgot my belt at the hotel |
Fuck, now my team all scrambling to help, this sucks |
I need something to cope, ain’t nothing to cope |
I eat a banana and I drink a cup of throat coat |
I wish I had the homies with me here but nope |
Most of the artists that I know don’t get invited to this show |
Because success to them determines our value |
The make-up, the power, hairspray, perfume, make-up and powder |
The ratings come down to who’s popular now in the song in the hour |
Knock at the door, I let them in, hair and make up now, red carpet in ten |
She covers up my freckles, concealer on my chin |
I look orange but she swears that it’s natural with my skin |
The show is starting, they take me to my seat |
Walk in the arena, feel the ego of elites |
Like the whole industry is staring at me |
A row away from Taylor, two away from Jay and B |
Last night the sky’s turned purple and |
Past lives in light tunnels |
Light tunnels |
So that’s who we are |
Just like the stars |
Shine your light on |
Shine your light on |
Curtain opens up, host walks out |
We stand in unison and applaud real loud |
I watch the other people that have been around for a while |
Just excited I got invited, feeling cool in the crowd |
Thinking such and such is bold, look at such and such’s gold |
Damn, such and such in real life, looks really fuckin' old |
Such and such is fine, she’s with such and such, oh |
I’m here but I’m barely even watching the show |
Cause tonight we toast to our accomplishments |
Insecurity dressed up as confidence |
I said tonight we toast to our accomplishments |
Insecurity dressed up as confidence |
An award is given out, commercial, re-set the scene |
They keep saying, «Coming up soon is the Biebs.» |
Watch celebrities take selfies with celebrities |
It feels so make believe |
They want the gossip, they want the drama |
They want Britney Spears to make out with Madonna |
They want Kanye to rant and to go on longer, cause that equates to more dollars |
They want talking topics, they want trending topics |
They want outfits to be outlandish, they want sideways glances |
Beef and problems, they want nipple slips |
Cause they live for clips, this is economics |
So we Botox our skin and we smile for the camera |
Might as well get a new nose while we’re at it |
This is America insecurity’s our fabric |
And we wear it and we renamed it fashion |
I look to my right, there’s a cameraman snapping |
Picture after picture after sister after sister |
Of the line of Kardashians, mind so distracted |
Realized there’s an ovation and everyone’s clapping |
Last night the sky’s turned purple and |
Past lives in light tunnels |
Light tunnels |
So that’s who we are |
Just like the stars |
Shine your light on |
Shine your light on |
It’s just weird when the camera’s on you |
Gotta remember to still clap if I lose |
I see myself up on the screen |
Split into five different artists on TV |
And just look normal, don’t get turned into a meme |
Relax, breathe |
(And the award goes to: Macklemore and Ryan Lewis) |
Me |
There’s a stranger holding my award |
I give her an awkward hug she says «It's yours» |
Think I’m supposed to kiss her on the cheek |
Man, I should have prepared an acceptance speech |
Do I talk first? |
Is it Ryan? |
Is it me? |
Fuck it, I’ll take the lead, grab the mic, say my piece |
Do I look at camera one? |
Do I look at camera three? |
I promise, I’m honored, I’d like to thank God, my mamma and father |
I’d like to thank Tricia, the mother of my daughter |
I couldn’t have done it without you all in my corner |
Especially the fans, been here since the beginning |
Supported the music, allowed us to be independent |
And I know, I shouldn’t be long-winded |
Wait, hold up, don’t play the music, let me finish |
This feels so narcissistic, dressed as a celebration to conceal it’s a business |
Me, me, me, my, my image, my, my songs, my self interest |
One big reality show that is scripted |
And I can keep trying or get off the competition |
I’d rather run out of my fifteen minutes |
Than have life past me by and I forget to live it |
But that doesn’t mean retirement |
But I don’t like who I am in this environment |
I forgot what this art’s for |
I didn’t get through Freshman year to drop out as a Sophomore |
Here I am in this arena, yeah, I’m scared |
I got the people’s attention, don’t wanna lose it here |
Thinking about my career, miserable here |
But wanna make sure I’m invited next year |
To the same damn party, celebrities and isle |
Same blank stares, same fake smiles |
Same big budget production |
I know now who I am when the lights go out and it falls down |
And the curtain closes, nobody notices |
Wanted to throw up the Roc, wanted to be Hova |
Wanted to be Wayne with the accent from the NOLA |
Thought I’d feel better when the award show was over |
But I guess I showed up late |
Almost got cut off when they closed the gate |
Just in time, what will I say? |
Time to explain this unruly mess I’ve made |
Ay, I guess I showed up late |
Almost got cut off when they closed the gate |
Just in time, what will I say? |
Time to explain this unruly mess I’ve made |