Got a Guns N Roses t-shirt, and never listened to the band

Just being honest, I just though that sh*t looked cool

Hold up, do you know who I am?



[Verse 1: Macklemore]

Turn the block to Woodstock

Retire? Don't think that I could stop

Jet-ski the way I ride the beat

[?] I'ma die knowing that I did me

I got some words and I cannot let them die in me

This is arena status

Our bones end up in the ground, does it even matter?

Make some good music, get what you put in

Get out and go and leave the planet

Now what the hell did you think this is?

We born worth dying, in-between we live

Love, prosper, hands to the sky, catch a gospel

Roll the dice, nah, I ain't betting on tomorrow

Chain looking like Orion's belt

Jacket looking something like a lion pelt

Had to take a break and find myself

They put me in a box by myself

The same writers criticizing my rhymes

Are the same writers that I gentrify in Bed-Stuy

I can't even see the hate, I should probably check my eyes

I got 50,000 phones pointed at me in the sky



[Chorus: Reignwolf]

Between a rock and a hard place

Cold blunted with a stone face

Fire breather, fire breather

Born under a blood moon

But the sun is coming up soon

Fire breather, firebreather

Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire

Fire breather, fire breather

Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire

Fire breather, fire breather