[Hook 1: Many Voices]
This is my language
This is my language
This is my language
This is my language
This is my language
This is my language
This is my language
This is my language
This is my language
This is my language
This is my language
This is my language
This is my language
This is my language
This is my language
This is my language
This is my language
[Intro: Macklemore]
Check it out, yeah
[Verse 1: Macklemore]
The risk of blunderin' to rap in front of a couple a hundred kids knowin' my licks is humblin'
Spit the struggle of an addict to puff in them swisher split but the light that was lit, I quickly run from it
I turn away from that source inside
A slicker for happiness, thinkin' I need a store to buy it
Recordin's priceless but look at how important ice is
I thought rhyming was forever now it's imported diamonds
My point is eyein', music that's absorbed my life an'
You glorify guns, they bust sex and drugs of course they'll try it
And I can't even front like I didn't, cause I still do and that's why I'm spittin'
I'm lookin' for this thing called moderation that I heard some found
The only problem with drugs is sometime you gotta come down
I lived half my life numb and bud drowned
And rum, vodka, how many bucks have I spent on dubs now?
I'm 23, look at my lungs now
The amount of THC from the swish of sweet blunt count?
I can't even conceive, that's why I run wild
In these streets like I was 13, like fuck now
I make that revolution music, but not for the army
A reminder against the vices that harm me
Cause I could never see how affected my lung is
You only get one shot at life, no ad-libs or punch ins
This is my language
This is my language
This is my language
This is my language
This is my language
This is my language
This is my language
This is my language
This is my language
This is my language
This is my language
This is my language
This is my language
This is my language
This is my language
This is my language
This is my language
[Intro: Macklemore]
Check it out, yeah
[Verse 1: Macklemore]
The risk of blunderin' to rap in front of a couple a hundred kids knowin' my licks is humblin'
Spit the struggle of an addict to puff in them swisher split but the light that was lit, I quickly run from it
I turn away from that source inside
A slicker for happiness, thinkin' I need a store to buy it
Recordin's priceless but look at how important ice is
I thought rhyming was forever now it's imported diamonds
My point is eyein', music that's absorbed my life an'
You glorify guns, they bust sex and drugs of course they'll try it
And I can't even front like I didn't, cause I still do and that's why I'm spittin'
I'm lookin' for this thing called moderation that I heard some found
The only problem with drugs is sometime you gotta come down
I lived half my life numb and bud drowned
And rum, vodka, how many bucks have I spent on dubs now?
I'm 23, look at my lungs now
The amount of THC from the swish of sweet blunt count?
I can't even conceive, that's why I run wild
In these streets like I was 13, like fuck now
I make that revolution music, but not for the army
A reminder against the vices that harm me
Cause I could never see how affected my lung is
You only get one shot at life, no ad-libs or punch ins
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