MACKLEMORE & RYAN LEWIS - TEN THOUSAND HOURS SONG LYRICS

Uh! I hope that God decides to talk through um, That the people decide to walk with him
Regardless of pitchfork cosigns I've jumped, Make sure the soundman doesn't cockblock 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 paying rent, about damn time that I got out of my basement
About damn time I got around the country and I hit these stages, I was made 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, Ten thousand

Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands, Ten thousands hands, they carry me (x2 times)

Now, now, now, 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 'em, Celebrate that achievement
Got some attachments, some baggage I'm actually working on leaving
See, I observed Escher, I love 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 cause 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, And got around 980 on my SATs
Take that system, what did you expect? Generation of kids choosing love over a desk
Put those hours in and look at what you get, Nothing that you can hold, but everything that it is, Ten thousand

Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands, Ten thousands hands, they carry me (x2 times)

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 that put the passion before them being comfortable
Raw, unmedicated heart no substitute, Banging on table tops, no substitute
I'm feeling better than ever man, what is up with you? Scraping my knuckles, I'm battling with some drug abuse
I lost another friend, got another call from a sister, And I speak for the people that share that struggle too
Like they got something bruised, My only rehabilitation was the sweat, tears and blood when up in the booth...

It's the part of the show, Where it all fades away, When the lights go to black, And the band leaves the stage
And you wanted an encore, But there's no encore today 'Cause the moment is now, Can't get it back from the grave

Part of the show, It all fades away, Lights go to black, Band leaves the stage, You wanted an encore 
But there's no encore today, Cause the moment is now, Can't get it back from the grave, Welcome to the heist, Welcome to the heist