Macklemore & Ryan Lewis – Light Tunnels lyrics

(feat. Mike Slap)

[Hook: Mike Slap]
Last night the skies turned purple and
Past lives in light tunnels
Light tunnels

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
In the back of a town car, staring at myself in a tux
Maneuvering through the people out front
Police barricade, orange cones and we’re stuck
Twenty minutes late and my manager blowing me up
Security guard in the garage at the entrance
We roll down the window and show him our credentials
Terrell flash the pass and he lets us continue
Metal detectors, phone losing reception
I should be grateful this my nine to five
I walk into the green room, alright, alright
I get on YouTube tryna learn how to tie on my tie
Fuck it, I’ll wear the bolo tonight, night, night
I probably shouldn’t have done the drugs I’ve done
A couple of days ago, detox son
I forgot my belt at the hotel
Fuck, now my team all scrambling to help, this sucks
I need something to cope, ain’t nothing to cope
I eat a banana and I drink a cup of Throat Coat
I wish I had the homies with me here but nope
Most of the artists that I know don’t get invited to this show
Because success to them determines our value
The make-up, the power, hairspray, perfume, makeup and powder
The ratings come down to who’s popular now in the song in the hour
Knock at the door, I let them in, hair and makeup now, red carpet in ten
She covers up my freckles, concealer on my chin
I look orange but she swears it looks natural with my skin
The show is starting, they take me to my seat
Walk in the arena, feel the ego of elites
Like the whole industry is staring at me
A row away from Taylor, two away from Jay and Bey

[Hook: Mike Slap]
Last night the skies turned purple and
Past lives in light tunnels
Light tunnels
So that’s who we are
Just like the stars
Shine your light on
Shine your light on

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
Curtain opens up, host walks out
We stand in unison and applaud real loud
I watch the other people that have been around for a while
Just excited I got invited, feeling cool in the crowd
Thinking such and such is bold, look at such and such’s gold
Damn, such and such in real life, looks really fuckin’ old
Such and such is fine, she’s with such and such, oh
I’m here but I’m barely even watching the show
Cause tonight we toast to our accomplishments
Insecurity dressed up as confidence
I said tonight we toast to our accomplishments
Insecurity dressed up as confidence
An award is given out, commercial, reset the scene
They keep saying “Coming soon is the Biebs”
Watch celebrities take selfies with celebrities
It feels so make believe
They want the gossip, they want the drama
They want Britney Spears to make out with Madonna
They want Kanye to rant and to go on longer, cause that equates to more dollars
They want talking topics, they want trending topics
They want outfits to be outlandish, they want sideways glances
Beef and problems, they want nipple slips
Cause they live for clicks, this is economics
So we Botox our skin and we smile for the camera
Might as well get a new nose while we’re at it
This is America, insecurity’s our fabric
And we wear it and we renamed it fashion
I look to my right, there’s a cameraman snapping
Picture after picture after sister after sister
Of the line of Kardashians, mind so distracted
Realized there’s an ovation and everyone’s clapping

[Hook: Mike Slap]
Last night the skies turned purple and
Past lives in light tunnels
Light tunnels
So that’s who we are
Just like the stars
Shine your light on
Shine your light on

[Verse 3: Macklemore]
It’s just weird when the camera’s on you
Gotta remember to still clap if I lose
I see myself up on the screen
Split into five different artists on TV
And just look normal, don’t get turned into a meme
Relax, breathe
(And the award goes to: Macklemore and Ryan Lewis)
Me
There’s a stranger holding my award
I give her an awkward hug she says “It’s yours”
Think I’m supposed to kiss her on the cheek
Man, I should have prepared an acceptance speech
Do I talk first? Is it Ryan? Is it me?
Fuck it, I’ll take the lead, grab the mic, say my piece
Do I look at camera one? Do I look at camera three?
I promise, I’m honored, I’d like to thank God, my momma and father
I’d like to thank Tricia, the mother of my daughter
I couldn’t have done it without you all in my corner
Especially the fans, been here since the beginning
Supported the music, allowed us to be independent
And I know, I shouldn’t be long-winded
Wait, hold up, don’t play the music, let me finish
This feels so narcissistic, dressed as a celebration to conceal it’s a business
Me, me, me, my, my image, my, my songs, my self interest
One big reality show that is scripted
And I can keep trying or get off the competition
I’d rather run out of my fifteen minutes
Than have life past me by and I forget to live it
But that doesn’t mean retirement
But I don’t like who I am in this environment
I forgot what this art’s for
I didn’t get through Freshman year to drop out as a Sophomore
Here I am in this arena, yeah, I’m scared
I got the people’s attention, don’t wanna lose it here
Thinking about my career, miserable here
But wanna make sure I’m invited next year
To the same damn party, celebrities and aisles
Same blank stares, same fake smiles
Same big budget production
I know now who I am when the lights go out and it falls down
And the curtain closes, nobody notices
Wanted to throw up the Roc, wanted to be Hova
Wanted to be Wayne with the accent from the ‘Nolia
Thought I’d feel better when the award show was over
But I guess I showed up late
Almost got cut off when they closed the gate
Just in time, what will I say?
Time to explain this unruly mess I’ve made
I guess I showed up late
Almost got cut off when they closed the gate
Just in time, what will I say?
Time to explain this unruly mess I’ve made

G-Eazy – Let Me Work lyrics

[Intro: G-Eazy]
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to work
Beautiful and Damned (Just Blaze)

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
It’s that motherfucking time again
Tell my diary what’s on my mind again
Just play a beat, I’ma crack an ice cold Heineken
The studio that Pac got shot in, currently I’m rhyming in
If you told my younger self that this the place you find me in
I would not believe you, these results are so astonishing
Demons chasing me, I ran from Lucifer Leviathan
The beautiful and damned, I got a fetish for the finer things
That’s a quarter million on some tires that I’m driving in
Pull up the McLaren like that’s just some shit to travel in
Russell Westbrook triple-double averaging
Most improved player, they don’t know what the fuck is happenin’
The homies like “You’re snappin’”
My mood’s Olympic champion throwin’ a fuckin’ javelin
Episode 3 Anakin
My favorite rapper’s Gerald, I’m a very big fan of him
You won’t get nowhere stalling and you standing like a mannequin
Why the fuck you panickin’? I understand the task at hand

[Chorus]
Let me work
What do you know about work?
Let me work
I’m talkin’ about getting up five days a week, brushing ya teeth, washing your ass, going into your office and making some old guy rich paid album
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to work
That’s a motherfucking job

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
It’s still that muthafuckin’ time again
Blacking out, don’t give a fuck about a thing
Fuck the world that’s just the state of mind I’m in
That’s the place you find me in
Look, ain’t nobody live as him
Million dollar smile that I just went and put some diamonds in (yeah)
These rappers sneak diss when I came up, they prolly mad I’m on
But then they transformed and changed up like a Decepticon
Bunch of bootleg Geralds copying what I went platinum on
But the real, it’s me myself and I, you all be dead and gone
Disrespect me, don’t come to the bay, your pass is gone
My Obi-Wan is E-4-0, he givin’ game, I pass it on
Study him ’cause he the one that lasted long
This beat I go assassin on
I just took some acid, hit the booth, and started rapping strong
Treat the studio like a decathlon
Never slowing down, I’m tryna put my whole damn family on
Work every night, I go ’til after dawn
To be the biggest thing in the world, I’m not the one to pass up on

[Chorus]
Let me work
Look, you could be a fuckin’ bank teller, you could be a waitress
Let me work
Or wash cars, sell clothes at a fucking boutique. Alright listen, you’re makin’ somebody else rich. You’re punching that clock. You clock in, you clock out, you making that money
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to work
How does that work?

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
A fucking hater’s always looking, tryna search for targets
If you don’t know me, don’t speak on me, stick to your departments
While they debate if I’m an urban artist
Or if I’m merging markets
All I really know, I’m just working hardest
And ’til the day I die, I’m hustlin’, doing work regardless
I’m in my twenties, if I go I leave a perfect carcass
A polarizing artist
But you could love or hate me
But try and say I don’t pay my dues, fuck off, how dumb could they be
Nobody help to make me
I did it by my lonely
Who else did songs with everybody Britney Spears to Mozzy?
You New York Times aristocrats you should just relax
You miss the facts
Bitch, I’m from the Bay, was born to bridge the gaps
And I’m a legend in my city, they say “His shit slaps”
Said I’ma go and sell a million, I’ma get these plaques
And bring ’em back to inspire every kid who raps
I’m Michael Phelps, get out my lane, I’m swimming different laps

[Outro]
Yeah
Let me work
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to work

Manchester Orchestra – The Parts (A Black Mile To The Surface Album)

Turn off the alarm
Wonder where you are
I’d be a page in your book if you let me

Miles and miles of drones
Stain in a coffee cup
The truth will start to creep in if you let it

I wanted to know each part
Want to know each part of you

A yellow SUV
Britney Spears on the ceiling
You’d look my way but you weren’t talking to me

Pulling up to Rob’s, some Camel Lights, Averso
Your tan skin felt like universal envy

And I wanted to know each part
Want to know each part of you

Give it thirteen years
Both your legs up, you’re crying
Trying to push a life out from your belly

I’m a water boy, overwhelmed by the screaming
Your clenched teeth, nails dug deep into my meaning

I still want to know each part
Want to know each part of you

Who?
You
You

Yeah I still want to know each part
Want to know each part of you

Kesha – Styrofoam Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
I’m just not myself today
I’ve been thinking way too hard
My cigarette burns down so fast
Is nothing permanent?
I’ve been trying to figure out
You’ll love this life, what it’s about
Why my foot is always in my mouth
If nothing’s permanent

[Pre-Chorus 1]
I’m freaking out
I’m feeling stuck
I tell myself to lighten up

[Chorus]
Only styrofoam lasts forever
Only styrofoam
Only styrofoam lasts forever
Only styrofoam

[Verse 2]
Even you and I can’t keep
Staying up all night, we need some sleep
It’s nothing personal (nothing personal)
Just nothing’s permanent
My hair color, my favorite band
The tattoo’s, thank god I didn’t get
That night, I swore I’d never drink again
Well, nothing’s permanent

[Pre-Chorus 2]
I can’t worry ’bout the past
What’s done is done
Put it to rest
(What’s done is done)

[Chorus]
Only styrofoam lasts forever
Only styrofoam
Only styrofoam lasts forever
Only styrofoam

[Bridge]
In 10 years, who will know
Who will care, ’bout that fling
With that guy, what’s his name
In 10 years, Britney Spears
Britney- who-?

[Chorus]
Only styrofoam lasts forever
Only styrofoam
Only styrofoam lasts forever
Only styrofoam
Only styrofoam lasts forever
Only styrofoam lasts forever
Only styrofoam lasts forever
Only styrofoam
Only styrofoam lasts forever
Only styrofoam

Hot Chelle Rae – Own This Town

Run this shit like we own this town
Na na na na, na na na na
Run this shit like we own this town

It was a long, long night
And I’m half awake
All these pictures reminding me
Of who I’ve kissed and why I just woke up in the hotel lobby
I guess we got a little carried away
We had Britney Spears in the bed house suite
Playboy bunnies try to dance with me
Feels so high, won’t come down
Run this shit like we own this town
Boys champagne over rice crispys
Throwing at once we ain’t cash money
Feels so high, won’t come down
Run this shit like we own this town

Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na
Run this shit like we own this town

I’m finding past-out girls on the balcony
Well, it must have been one hell of a time
Oh, and I’ve got this masterplan to do it again
Like the Beastie boys let’s fight for the right, yeah
Some people might get carried away
But that’s what happens
We had Britney Spears in the bed house suite
Playboy bunnies try to dance with me
Feels so high, won’t come down
Run this shit like we own this town
Boys champagne over rice crispys
Throwing at once we ain’t cash money
Feels so high, won’t come down
Run this shit like we own this town

(x2)
Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na
Run this shit like we own this town