These days (Feat. Jess Glynne, Macklemore & Dan Caplen) Lyrics - Rudimental

[Macklemore:]

I know you moved onto someone new

Hope life is beautiful

You were the light for me to find my truth

I just wanna say, thank you

[Dan Caplen:]

Leaving to find my soul

Told her I had to go

And I know it ain't pretty

When our hearts get broke

Too young to feel this old

Watching us both turn cold

Oh, I know it ain't pretty

When two hearts get broke

Yeah, I know it ain't pretty

When two hearts get broke

[Jess Glynne:]

I hope someday

We'll sit down together

And laugh with each other

About these days, these days

All our troubles

We'll lay to rest

And we'll wish we could come back to these days

These days

These days, these days

These days, these days

[Dan Caplen & Jess Glynne:]

Three years of ups and downs

Nothing to show for it now

And I know it ain't pretty when the fire burns out

Calling me when I'm drunk

Remind me of what I've done

And I know it ain't pretty when you're trying to move on, yeah

I hope someday

We'll sit down together

And laugh with each other

About these days, these days

All our troubles

We'll lay to rest

And we'll wish we could come back to these days, these days

Oh I know, I know

Oh I know, I know

Oh I know, I know

These days, these days

Oh I know, I know

Oh I know, I know

Oh I know, I know

To these days, these days

[Macklemore:]

Cigarettes in the ashtray

Reminiscing on those past days

I thought you'd end up with my last name

But that changed

And I travelled around the world

Think where you living at now?

I heard you moved to Austin

Got an apartment and settled down

And every once in a while

I start texting

Write a paragraph

But then I delete the message

Think 'bout you like a past time

I could cry you a river

Get you baptised or

I wasn't ready to act right

Used to always think I'd get you back, right

They say that things fall apart

We were gonna move to Brooklyn

You were gonna study Art

Love is just a tool

To remind who we are

And that we are not alone

And we're walking in the dark

[Jess Glynne & Dan Caplen:]

I hope someday

We'll sit down together

And laugh with each other

About these days, these days

All our troubles

We'll lay to rest

And we'll wish we could come back to these days, these days

We'll wish we could come back to these days, these days.

Wings (Feat. Ryan Lewis) Lyrics - Macklemore

I was seven years old, when I got my first pair

And I stepped outside

And I was like, momma, this air bubble right here, it's gonna make me fly

I hit that court, and when I jumped, I jumped, I swear I got so high

I touched the net, mom I touched the net, this is the best day of my life

Air Max's were next,

That air bubble, that mesh

The box, the smell, the stuffin', the tread, in school

I was so cool

I knew that I couldn't crease 'em

My friends couldn't afford 'em

Four stripes on their Adidas

On the court I wasn't the best, but my kicks were like the pros

Yo, I stick out my tongue so everyone could see that logo

Nike Air Flight, book bag was so dope

And then my friend Carlos' brother got murdered for his Fours*, whoa

See he just wanted a jump shot, but they wanted his Starter coat, though

Didn't wanna get caught, from Genesee Park to Othello

You could clown for those Pro Wings, with the Velcro

Those were not tight

I was trying to fly without leaving the ground,

Cause I wanted to be like Mike, right

Wanted to be him, I wanted to be that guy, I wanted to touch the rim

I wanted to be cool, and I wanted to fit in,

I wanted what he had, America, it begins

[Chorus:]

I want to fly

Can you take me far away?

Give me a star to reach for

Tell me what it takes

And I'll go so high

I'll go so high

My feet won't touch the ground

I stitch my wings

And pull the strings

I bought these dreams

That all fall down

We want what we can't have, commodity makes us want it

So expensive, damn, I just got to flaunt it

Got to show 'em, so exclusive, this that new shit

A hundred dollars for a pair of shoes I would never hoop in

Look at me, look at me, I'm a cool kid

I'm an individual, yeah, but I'm part of a movement

My movement told me be a consumer and I consumed it

They told me to just do it, I listened to what that swoosh said

Look at what that swoosh did

See it consumed my thoughts

Are you stupid, don't crease 'em, just leave 'em in that box

Strangled by these laces, laces I can barely talk

That's my air bubble and I'm lost, if it pops

We are what we wear, we wear what we are

But see I look inside the mirror and think Phil Knight tricked us all

Will I stand for change, or stay in my box

These Nikes help me define me, but I'm trying to take mine, off

[Chorus:]

I want to fly

Can you take me far away?

Give me a star to reach for

Tell me what it takes

And I'll go so high

I'll go so high

My feet won't touch the ground

I stitch my wings

And pull the strings

I bought these dreams

That all fall down

It started out, with what I wear to school

That first day, like these are what make you cool

And this pair, this would be my parachute

So much more than just a pair of shoes

Nah, this is what I am

What I wore, this is the source of my youth

This dream that they sold to you

For a hundred dollars and some change

Consumption is in the veins

And now I see it's just another pair of shoes

[* Air Jordan IV]

Thrift Shop (feat. Wanz) Lyrics - Macklemore

Hey, Macklemore! Can we go thrift shopping?

What, what, what, what... [many times]

Bada, badada, badada, bada... [x9]

[Hook:]

I'm gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up

This is fucking awesome

[Verse 1:]

Nah, walk up to the club like, "What up? I got a big cock!"

I'm so pumped about some shit from the thrift shop

Ice on the fringe, it's so damn frosty

That people like, "Damn! That's a cold ass honkey."

Rollin' in, hella deep, headin' to the mezzanine,

Dressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are green

Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me

Probably shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets

(Piiisssssss)

But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it)

Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments

Passin' up on those moccasins someone else's been walkin' in

Bummy and grungy, fuck it, man

I am stuntin' and flossin' and

Savin' my money and I'm hella happy that's a bargain, bitch

I'ma take your grandpa's style, I'ma take your grandpa's style,

No for real - ask your grandpa - can I have his hand-me-downs? (Thank you)

Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers

Dookie brown leather jacket that I found diggin'

They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboard

I bought a skeet blanket, then I bought a kneeboard

Hello, hello, my ace man, my Mello

John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, hell no

I could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell those

The sneaker heads would be like "Aw, he got the Velcros"

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:]

What you know about rockin' a wolf on your noggin?

What you knowin' about wearin' a fur fox skin?

I'm digging, I'm digging, I'm searching right through that luggage

One man's trash, that's another man's come-up

Thank your granddad for donating that plaid button-up shirt

'Cause right now I'm up in her stuntin'

I'm at the Goodwill, you can find me in the (Uptons)

I'm not, I'm not stuck, I’m searchin' in that section (Uptons)

Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy

I'll take those flannel zebra jammies, second-hand, I rock that motherfucker

The built-in onesie with the socks on that motherfucker

I hit the party and they stop in that motherfucker

They be like, "Oh, that Gucci - that's hella tight."

I'm like, "Yo - that's fifty dollars for a T-shirt."

Limited edition, let's do some simple addition

Fifty dollars for a T-shirt - that's just some ignorant bitch (shit)

I call that getting swindled and pimped (shit)

I call that getting tricked by a business

That shirt's hella dough

And having the same one as six other people in this club is a hella don't

Peep game, come take a look through my telescope

Tryna get girls from a brand and you hella won't

Man you hella won't

(Goodwill... poppin' tags... yeah!)

[Hook]

[Bridge:]

I wear your granddad's clothes

I look incredible

I'm in this big ass coat

From that thrift shop down the road

I wear your granddad's clothes (damn right)

I look incredible (now come on man)

I'm in this big ass coat (big ass coat)

From that thrift shop down the road (let's go)

[Hook]

Is that your grandma's coat?.