Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song St. Ides, 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
St. Ides |
I think happiness went the other way |
Sometimes you just have to wait |
I never believed in God |
But things got so fucked-up |
That I had to pray |
I used to steal my daddy’s Cabernet |
Never thought it would turn into a rattlesnake |
Thinkin' everything will be all right |
If we could get thru the week |
Maybe see another Saturday |
Rollin' round we know where to go |
Argue with the homies over who’s gonna row |
Throw on Goodie Mob |
Some food for the soul |
Till it’s two in the morning |
When rain hits the windshield |
And everything is still |
Nothing really is a big deal |
One hand on the steering wheel |
And we gonna be all right |
I had a brown paper bag |
St. Ides in that motherfucker |
Around the city we smash |
5−0 comin' then you know I’m running |
Crawling the broken fences, when shit gets hard |
You know who your friend is |
And when I lose perspective |
Need to go to a place where I lose reception |
Looking at the satellites pass by |
Reflect then on my past life |
I can barely remember last night |
Another morning, swearing it’s the last time |
Where would I be? |
Can’t start over you don’t get a new ID |
I know the devil fancy me |
But that don’t mean that motherfucker get to dance with me! |
I bought a house, second guess of what I own now (what?) |
Traffic movement kinda slow now (what?) |
I watch a population grow wild (what?) |
A bunch of people I don’t know now (what?) |
My city’s changed and I’m zoned out |
I thought about New York, maybe SoCal |
Put up condos people can’t afford now |
Landmarks bulldozed been tore down |
Overpopulated but can seem like a ghost town |
Keep a couple real ones with me |
When it goes down |
Lack of diversity, I think about Sloane now |
Only reason I would ever leave my hometown |
If I still drink, I would crack a 40 ounce |
Parents finally left, moved away, and they sold the house |
It’s really hard to ignore it now |
Wish that we could sort it out |
Last couple sips pour it out |
St. Ides |