Macklemore

Macklemore - Ten Million lyrics

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I paid my dues, now I'm really on

? to the SEA put my city on

Left the condo for a bigger home

Everything clean like my chicken bones

I work hard, I work hard for it

Had to go back to the chalkboard

We was tourin' countries all foreign

Now I don't gotta open car doors

So say whats up to my haters at the club tonight

I'll be busy singing my daughter lullaby's

When she sleep, I hit the booth and get super lit

Living my dreams like I sleep in another life

Living my dreams like I sleep in another life, yeah

The tensions so thick, you could cut with a butter knife, yeah

If that's your example of artists, then what am I?

You lied to consumer, you say that you booming

That's probably why Metro don't trust you, gosh



[Chorus]

I am not surprised, I am not surprised, yeah

Had to optimize, then monopolize, yeah

We turn out the lights then we come alive, yeah

All these dollar signs, ain't no 9 to 5, yeah

I am not surprised, I am not surprised, yeah

Had to optimize, then monopolize, yeah

We turn out the lights then we come alive, yeah

All these dollar signs, ain't no 9 to 5, yeah



[Verse 2]

10 million sold, go and look at that

Ain't no middleman gonna get any of that

I suck at math, but I know how to add (one plus one)

That's a whole lotta money

Bought my baby's mama mama a pad

Wow, it was [?] on stage looking like the white James Brown

There's a whole lotta people in this arena and you know it sold out

Took my daughter on the road and she pointing' at me from the crowd

Saying, "That's my daddy, top 5 on stage," no doubt

In God we trust, God we trust

They ain't came in the same way

They are not with us, not with us

Came back and it's game time

This the follow-up, and now I'm up

I decided that was not enough

Dopps and Boodo with that final touch

Competition, go and line 'em up

I run this sh*t, I run this sh*t

Put that on my momma

I done this sh*t, I done this sh*t since I was pushin' a Honda

No one hit sh*t, no one hit sh*t, platinum plaques in mi casa

And my accountant's dead (rest in peace)

Couldn't count the commas
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