Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ten Thousand Hours, artist - Macklemore. Date of issue: 08.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ten Thousand Hours |
| I hope that God decides to talk through him |
| That the people decide to walk with him |
| Regardless of pitchfork cosigns I’ve jumped |
| Make sure the soundman doesn’t cockblock the drums |
| Let the snare knock the air right out of your lungs |
| And those words be the oxygen |
| Just breathe |
| Amen, regardless I’mma say it |
| Felt like I got signed the day that I got an agent |
| Got an iTunes check, shit man I’m paying rent |
| About damn time that I got out of my basement |
| About damn time I got around the country and I hit these stages |
| I was made to slay them |
| Ten thousand hours I’m so damn close I can taste it |
| On some Malcolm Gladwell, David-Bowie-meets-Kanye shit |
| This is dedication |
| A life lived for art is never a life wasted |
| Ten thousand |
| Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands |
| Ten thousand hands, they carry me |
| Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands |
| Ten thousand hands, they carry me |
| Now, now, now |
| This is my world, this is my arena |
| The TV told me something different I didn’t believe it |
| I stand here in front of you today all because of an idea |
| I could be who I wanted if I could see my potential |
| And I know that one day I’mma be him |
| Put the gloves on, sparring with my ego |
| Everyone’s greatest obstacle, I beat 'em |
| Celebrate that achievement |
| Got some attachments, some baggage I’m actually working on leaving |
| See, I observed Escher |
| I love Basquiat |
| I watched Keith Haring |
| You see I study art |
| The greats weren’t great because at birth they could paint |
| The greats were great because they paint a lot |
| I will not be a statistic |
| Just let me be |
| No child left behind, that’s the American scheme |
| I make my living off of words |
| And do what I love for work |
| And got around 980 on my SATs |
| Take that system, what did you expect? |
| Generation of kids choosing love over a desk |
| You put those hours in and look at what you get |
| Nothing that you can hold, but everything that it is |
| Ten thousand |
| Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands |
| Ten thousand hands, they carry me |
| Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands |
| Ten thousand hands, they carry me |
| Same shit, different day, same struggle |
| Slow motion as time slips through my knuckles |
| Nothing beautiful about it, no light at the tunnel |
| For the people that put the passion before them being comfortable |
| Raw, unmedicated heart no substitute |
| Banging on table tops, no subs to toot |
| I’m feeling better than ever man, what is up with you? |
| Scraping my knuckles, I’m battling with some drug abuse |
| I lost another friend, got another call from a sister |
| And I speak for the people that share that struggle too |
| Like they got something bruised |
| My only rehabilitation was the sweat, tears and blood when up in the booth… |
| It’s the part of the show |
| Where it all fades away |
| When the lights go to black |
| And the band leaves the stage |
| And you wanted an encore |
| But there’s no encore today |
| 'Cause the moment is now |
| Can’t get it back from the grave |
| Part of the show |
| It all fades away |
| Lights go to black |
| Band leaves the stage |
| You wanted an encore |
| But there’s no encore today |
| 'Cause the moment is now |
| Can’t get it back from the grave |
| Welcome to the heist |