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