Ten Thousand Hours Lyrics - Macklemore and Ryan Lewis

Ten Thousand Hours Lyrics - Macklemore and Ryan Lewis

Uh, I hope that God decides to talk to 'em

If the people decide to walk with them

Regardless of PitchFork, co-signs I've jumped

Make sure the sound man doesn't cock block 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 payin' rent

About damn time that I got up out of my basement

About damn time that I got around the country and hit these stages

I was meant 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

[Hook: Lindsey Starr]

Ten thousand hours

Felt like ten thousand ants

Ten thousand ants

They carry me

Ten thousand hours

Felt like ten thousand ants

Ten thousand ants

They carry me

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 obstacle I beat them

Celebrate that achievement

Got some attachments and baggage I'm actually working on leaving

See, I observed Escher

I loved Basquiat

I watched Keith Haring

You see, I study art

The greats weren't great because at birth they could paint

The greats were great because 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

Got around 980 on my SAT's

Take that system

What did you expect

A generation of kids choosing love over a desk

You put those hours in, and look at what you get

Nothing you can hold, but everything that it is

Ten thousand

[Hook]

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 who put their passion before them being comfortable

Raw unmedicated heart no substitute

Banging on tabletops, no substitute

I'm feeling better than ever, man, what is up with you?

Scraping my knuckles and battling with some drug abuse

I lost another friend

Got another call from a sister

And I speak for the people who share that struggle too

Like they got something bruised

My only rehabilitation was the sweat, tears and blood went up in the booth

This the part of the show

Where it all fades away

Where the lights fade to black

And the band leaves the stage

And you wanted an encore, but there's no encore today

Because the moment is now, can't get it back from the grave

This the part of the show

Where it all fades away

Where the lights fade to black

And the band leaves the stage

And you wanted an encore, but there's no encore today

Because the moment is now, can't get it back from the grave

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