Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vipassana, artist - Macklemore. Date of issue: 19.10.2010
Song language: English
Vipassana |
| Yesterday, forget it |
| Tomorrow is, nada |
| The present is, right here, through the breath, watch it |
| Atheist Jesus piece, hangin' on a cross |
| We sit and discuss God on lawn chairs |
| About how we got here, |
| What it is, what it isn’t, shit |
| Fate versus faith, scrimmagin' with coincidence |
| Leave out the market and hold up on the business end |
| Focus on the genuine, with everything else, you can shed the skin |
| I was a couple moves away from being dead |
| In that ER overdosin', eyes bleedin' red |
| I fell in love, made an album, got a buzz |
| Lost it all, sobered up and guess what? |
| Now we meet again |
| And I’m back, finally just laughin' |
| Expectations are resentments waiting to happen |
| Studying the Dharma, Karma of a pastor and his practice |
| Bahá'u'lláh Buddha, God, to the mountaintop and I’m traveling |
| Learnin', yes, reflectin' on what matters |
| People, permanence, lack of attachments |
| It’s space and time, a couple man-made distractions |
| The measure of a spirit that no human can ever capture |
| Church, this booth is my Vatican |
| I don’t control life, but I can control how I react to it |
| Student of the breath, brick beats and balancin' |
| Desire versus truth until I finally find happiness |
| I was put here to do something before I’m lyin' in that casket |
| I’d be lyin' on the beat if I said I didn’t know what that is |
| The world’s a stage and we play a character, I found him |
| It took me 20 something years and a bunch of shitty sound checks |
| I’m not gonna be content, until I find gratitude |
| Regardless of my sales or the record deals they’re handin' you |
| If the next generation takes our legacy and samples you |
| We’ll have a bunch of mp3's and misled kids to pass 'em to |
| I use my veins to create the color I paint from |
| Delve into something 'til my heart becomes my paint brush |
| I told my mama I’m not stoppin' 'til my name’s up |
| Thinkin' those comments on that blog is gonna save us |
| Searchin' for everything but Gods and validation |
| Get insecure and then we start blamin' the haters |
| Used to look to women to fill a part of me that was vacant |
| Truth, the only thing that I ever used in moderation |
| So I stare into this paper instead of sitting at a cubicle |
| Take all ugly shit inside and try to make it beautiful |
| Use the cement from rock bottom and make it musical |
| So the people can relate to where I’ve been, |
| Where I’m going, what I’ve seen, what I’ve heard |
| From the guts, fuck the glory |
| Just a person on a porch putting it all into recording |
| Many in my past and many that came before me |
| I just keep walkin' my path and blessed to share my story |