Macklemore Bolo Tie Lyrics

I never won the spelling bee I could read people's energy Listen to what have been said to me Heard the voices in elementary That I wouldn't amount to anything Ol' girl, she used to beg to me Like, if we just had a nice house and a mortgage And a front lawn, and a fucking wedding ring I danced in Paris, shed my shell Swam in oceans, felt the scales Put my CD in Starbucks, it did not sell Get the CD out the car trunk and did it myself These piano keys hold some weight In a bolo tie, I escort my date She ordered shrimp scampi on a porcelain plate The accordion played, I put my fork in a steak Afternoons need a coffee boost Attitude needs a confidence boost Yeah, I'm sort of the dude But where's the self-esteem when the costumes removed? Thanks for the invite, can't make it I could blame it on a flight to Vegas But, truth be told, rather not socialize And go and waste my time with an acquaintance These relationships need maintenance Everybody got expectations Text back, so impatient Where were you when I was in in-patient? Motherfucker, you ain't my accountant You don't know what I'm doing Focusing on what I'm giving back Man, make better music Fuck preaching on top of the mountain People can see through it Keeping my name in your mouth Just don't bite your tongue while you chew it Exactly, I got the man of the year Source magazine was like our Vanity Fair In a mansion, picking out a chandelier But got a bone to pick with the man in the mirror Questioning the purchase while I'm standing there Questioning the purpose of my rap career Thinking "Man, what the hell happened here?" Feels like yesterday in a van packing gear What am I gonna go and give back this year? There's a whole lot of struggling rappers here Want a co-sign and a whole track this year If you know motherfuckers start acting weird Lot of backstabbers and some actors here Lot of has-beens and over-reactors here I remember laughing and cracking beers Now I climbed the ladder and you're mad I'm here Motherfucker, you ain't my accountant You don't know what I'm doing Focusing on what I'm giving back Man, make better music Fuck preaching on top of the mountain People can see through it Keeping my name in your mouth Just don't bite your tongue while you chew it (400) Motherfucker, I'm gone Judging me off of my past You don't see what I'm doing When I got shot that was headline news Y'all used me for views, I ain't stupid Cause what about all the good? The non-profit for the kids in the hood That ain't got no option in them shelter homes plotting Shit, I'm just doing what I should They must want no one to know Cause they don't put that on the news, bro They entertained by the culture, they vultures They suck us like leaches 'til we broke But I know the game, so I play it like chess Act like a square, but really be the threat The next time my name in the press Talk about how YG gave them kids Christmas Motherfucker, you ain't my accountant You don't know what I'm doing Focused on what I'm giving back Man, make good music Preaching on top of the mountain People can see through it Keeping my name in your mouth Just don't bite your tongue while you chew it Motherfucker, I'm gone Fuck, hey, woo Motherfucker, I'm gone (Four, four, four...) Hey where'd he go though? (400) Motherfucker, I'm gone (I am the victim not the motherfuckin' suspect) And he's gone, gone

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