Macklemore, Evan Roman - A Wake (feat. Evan Roman)

A Wake
Macklemore, Evan Roman
03:46
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Song lyrics

[Intro: Evan Roman]
I need love,
You need love,
Give me love,
And I'll give you my love.

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
They say thirty is the new twenty,
And twenty is the new thirty shit I guess.
Makes sense, ‘cause fifteen-year-olds seem twenty,
And twenty-five-year-olds seem ten.
I used to drink away my paycheck,
Celebrate the mistakes I hadn't made yet,
Our generation isn't the best on safe sex,
We forget the latex, becoming Planned Parenthood patients,
Synthetic heroin is the new basehead,
So much to escape, fuck a straight edge!
Walk around looking through a fake lens,
Apps this good, who's got time to make friends?
I wish I didn't care,
If cynical hispters with long hair
And cocaine problems like my music,
It's not my issue, I can't solve it.

[Chorus: Evan Roman]
My flight has finally landed down
And the ground has stopped moving all around,
Eyes open, awake for the very first time,
We both forfeit this game of crime.

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
They say, "It's so refreshing to hear somebody on records
No guns, no drugs, no sex, just truth."
The guns that's America, the drugs are what they gave to us,
And sex sells itself, don't judge 'til it's you.
Ah, I'm not more or less conscious
Than rappers rapping 'bout them strippers up on a pole, popping,
These interviews are obnoxious,
Saying that, "It's poetry, you're so well spoken," stop it!
I grew up during Reaganomics,
When Ice-T was out there on his killing cops shit
Or Rodney King was getting beat on,
And they let off every single officer,
And Los Angeles went and lost it,
Now every month there's a new Rodney on YouTube,
It's just something our generation is used to,
And neighborhoods where you never see a news crew
Unless they're gentrifying, white people don't even cruise through.
And my subconscious telling me, “Stop it,
This is an issue that you shouldn't get involved in.”
Don't even tweet "R.I.P. Trayvon Martin",
Don't wanna be that white dude million-man marching
Fighting for a freedom that my people stole,
Don't wanna make all my white fans uncomfortable,
"But you don't even have a fuckin' song for radio! Why you out here talking race, trying to save the fucking globe?"
Don't get involved if the ‘cause isn't mine,
White privilege, white guilt at the same damn time,
So we just party like it's 1999,
Celebrate the ignorance while these kids keep dying.

[Chorus: Evan Roman]
My flight has finally landed down
And the ground has stopped moving all around,
Eyes open, awake for the very first time,
We both forfeit this game of crime.