Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Victory Lap, artist - Macklemore. Date of issue: 08.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Victory Lap |
| And they say, «Don't forget where you come from |
| Don’t die holding on to your words |
| Cause you know you got a whole world to change |
| But understand who you got to change first» |
| And I was like «Fuck that», humility bust back |
| I remember the days with nothing but a bus pass |
| I was just a little shorty just hoping that I could find a bum to buy a 40 for |
| me |
| And have enough for a bud sack |
| Yeah, and I dance on that instrumental |
| Unorthodox like Basquiat with the pencil |
| Gimme a microphone and a beat box I could vent to |
| Music the only medium that I could find myself through |
| Recluse, sipping on some lean I would let loose |
| Looking in the mirror, watching myself lose |
| Cleaned up in '08, got a job making barely minimum wage |
| To get into that page |
| Hit the road with RL, performing in front of 8 people |
| And that shit will check your ego |
| About around that time I’m watching that EP go |
| From nothing to getting us booked around the country |
| I know no limits, life can change in an instant |
| 8 People turn into sold out shows in a minute |
| And I’m watching my pops in the back row grinning |
| With his glass up to my mom, toasting his Guinness |
| And we on (we on) |
| Good music, get lost in the ambiance |
| When day we’ll leave here |
| But these words live on |
| Till then, we keep on making the songs |
| So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) |
| So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) |
| So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) |
| Put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) |
| So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) |
| So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) |
| I remember that Freshman edition |
| Last year thinking to myself like |
| Yah, nah, I won’t win it yet |
| I probably won’t get it, but I’m gonna give it everything |
| Play my position |
| The next 11 months I gave it all everything I had in me |
| Left blood, sweat, tears in every God damn city |
| No label, no deal, no publicist, indie |
| Just music that connected and fans that rode with me |
| Throw me a gold mine, and a co-sign |
| While you’re riding a couple dope rides |
| 2 women, both dimes |
| Not gonna lie, that shit sounds so nice |
| But I got creative control and my souls mine |
| I wouldn’t trade it, maybe I’m crazy |
| I put on for my city |
| Seattle that raised me |
| Rule 4080, it’s really not changing |
| Now a days make good music, the people are your label |
| So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) |
| So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) |
| So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) |
| Put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) |
| So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) |
| So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) |
| Oh my God, feels like a victory lap |
| Can I have that moment |
| Can I talk my shit |
| And they say, «Don't forget where you come from |
| Don’t die holding on to your words |
| Cause you know you got a whole world to change |
| But understand who you got to change first» |
| Put 'em up, up up, up up |
| Up, up up, up up |
| Up, up up, up up |
| Macklemore, Ryan Lewis, Seattle |
| Put 'em up, up up, up up |
| Up, up up, up up (so high) |