Ten Thousand Hours (Explicit)
Macklemore & Ryan Lewis"Ten Thousand Hours (Explicit)" is a song by Macklemore & Ryan Lewis, released in 2012 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:00 long and contains 85 lines and 592 words.
Lyrics
0:01Macklemore & Ryan Lewis - Ten Thousand Hours
0:12Uh
0:12I hope that God decides to talk through him
0:15That the people decide to walk with him
0:17Regardless of pitchfork cosigns I've jumped
0:20Make sure the soundman doesn't cockblock the drums
0:22Let the snare knock the air right out of your lungs
0:25And those words be the oxygen
0:27Just breathe
0:29Amen, regardless I'mma say it
0:31Felt like I got signed the day that I got an agent
0:33Got an itunes check, shit man I'm paying rent
0:36About damn time that I got out of my basement
0:39About damn time I got around the country and I hit these stages
0:42I was made to slay them
0:44Ten thousand hours I'm so damn close I can taste it
0:48On some Malcolm Gladwell, David Bowie meets Kanye shit
0:51This is dedication
0:53A life lived for art is never a life wasted
0:56Ten thousand
0:57Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands
1:02Ten thousands hands, they carry me
1:07Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands
1:13Ten thousands hands, they carry me
1:18Now, now, now
1:19This is my world, this is my arena
1:21The TV told me something different I didn't believe it
1:24I stand here in front of you today all because of an idea
1:27I could be who I wanted if I could see my potential
1:30And I know that one day I'mma be him
1:32Put the gloves on, sparring with my ego
1:35Everyone's greatest Escitaloden
1:37Celebrate that achievement
1:38Got some attachments, some baggage I'm actually working on leaving
1:42See, I observed Escher
1:44I love Basquiat
1:44I watched Keith Harring
1:46You see I study art
1:47The greats weren't great because at birth they could paint
1:50The greats were great cause they paint a lot
1:52I will not be a statistic
1:54Just let me be
1:56No child left behind, that's the american scheme
1:58I make my living off of words
2:00And do what I love for work
2:01And got around 980 on my SATs
2:04Take that system, what did you expect?
2:06Generation of kids choosing love over a desk
2:09Put those hours in and look at what you get
2:12Nothing that you can hold, but everything that it is
2:15Ten thousand
2:16Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands
2:21Ten thousands hands, they carry me
2:27Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands
2:32Ten thousands hands, they carry me
2:39Same shit, different day, same struggle
2:41Slow motion as time slips through my knuckles
2:43Nothing beautiful about it, no light at the tunnel
2:46For the people that put the passion before them being comfortable
2:49Raw, unmedicated heart no substitute
2:52Banging on table tops, no subs to toot
2:55I'm feeling better than ever man, what is up with you?
2:58Scraping my knuckles, I'm battling with some drug abuse
3:01I lost another friend, got another call from a sister
3:04And I speak for the people that share that struggle too
3:07Like they got something bruised
3:08My only rehabilitation was the sweat, tears and blood when up in the booth..
3:24It's the part of the show
3:25Where it all fades away
3:26When the lights go to black
3:27And the band leaves the stage
3:29And you wanted an encore
3:30But there's no encore today
3:32Cause the moment is now
3:33Can't get it back from the grave
3:34Part of the show
3:36It all fades away
3:37Lights go to black
3:38Band leaves the stage
3:41You wanted an encore
3:41But there's no encore today
3:42Cause the moment is now
3:44Can't get it back from the grave
3:51Welcome to the heist
4:00Welcome to the heist..
Macklemore & Ryan Lewis - Ten Thousand Hours Uh 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 thousands hands, they carry me Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands Ten thousands 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 Escitaloden Celebrate that achievement Got some attachments, some baggage I'm actually working on leaving See, I observed Escher I love Basquiat I watched Keith Harring You see I study art The greats weren't great because at birth they could paint The greats were great cause 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 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 thousands hands, they carry me Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands Ten thousands 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 Welcome to the heist..
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