Brian “Big Ba**” Gardner - Victory Lap lyrics

[Intro: Macklemore] And they say, "Don't forget where you come from Don't die holding on to your words Cause you know that you got a whole world to change But understand who you got to change first" [Verse 1: Macklemore] And I was like "f** that", humility bust back I remember the days with nothing but a bus pa** I was just a little shorty was hoping that I could find a bum to buy a 40 for me And have enough for a bud sack Yeah, and I dance on that instrumental Unorthodox like Basquiat with the pencil Give me a microphone and a beat box I could vent to Music the only medium that I could find myself through Recluse, sipping on some lean I would let loose Looking in the mirror, watching myself lose Cleaned up in '08, got a job making barely minimum wage To get into that page Hit the road with RL, performing in front of 8 people And that sh** will check your ego About around that time I'm watching that EP go From nothing to getting us booked around the country I know no limits, life can change in an instant 8 People turn into sold out shows in a minute And I'm watching my pops in the back row grinning With his gla** up to my mom, toasting his Guinness [Hook: Macklemore] And we on (we on) Good music, it lies in the ambiance One day, we'll leave here But these words live on Till then, we keep on making the songs So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) Put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) [Verse 2: Macklemore] I remember that Freshman edition Last year thinking to myself like Yah, nah, I won't win it yet I probably won't get it, but I'm gonna give it everything Play my position The next 11 months I gave it all everything I had in me Left blood, sweat, tears in every god damn city No label, no deal, no publicist, indie Just music that connected and fans that rode with me Throw me a gold mine, and a co-sign While you're riding a couple dope rides 2 women, both dimes Not gonna lie, that sh** sounds so nice But I got creative control and my soul's mine I wouldn't trade it, maybe I'm crazy I put on for my city Seattle that raised me Rule 4080, it's really not changing Now a days make good music, the people are your label [Hook: Macklemore] So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) Put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) So put 'em up, up up, up up (so high) [Outro: Macklemore] Oh my god, feels like a victory lap Can I have that moment Can I talk my sh** And they say, "Don't forget where you come from Don't die holding on to your words Cause you know that you got a whole world to change But understand who you got to change first" Put 'em up, up up, up Up, up up, up Put 'em up, up up, up Macklemore, Ryan Lewis Put 'em up, up up, up Up, up up, up Put 'em up, up up, up (so high)