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Ten Thousand Hours Lyrics - The Heist - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

Uh, I hope that God decides to talk to 'em 

If the people decide to walk with them 

Regardless of PitchFork, co-signs I've jumped 

Make sure the sound man doesn't cock block the drums 

Let the snare knock the air right outta 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 

About damn time that I got up outta my basement 

About damn time that I got around the country and hit these stages 

I was meant 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 

 

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Ten thousand 

Ten thousand hours 

Felt like ten thousand hands 

Ten thousand hands 

They carry me 

Ten thousand hours 

Felt like ten thousand hands 

 

Ten thousand hands 

 

They carry me 

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 'im 

Put the gloves on, sparring with my ego 

Everyone's greatest obstacle I beat 'em 

Celebrate that achievement 

Got some attachments and some baggage I'm actually working on leaving 

See, I observed Escher 

I loved 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 because 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 

Got around 980 on my SAT's 

Take that system 

What did you expect 

A generation of kids choosing love over a desk 

 

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You put those hours in, and look at what you get 

Nothing you can hold, but everything that it is 

 

Ten thousand 

Ten thousand hours 

Felt like ten thousand hands 

Ten thousand hands 

They carry me 

 

Ten thousand hours 

Felt like ten thousand hands 

Ten thousand hands 

 

They carry me 

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 who put their passion before 'em being comfortable 

Raw unmedicated heart no substitute 

Banging on tabletops, no substitute 

I'm feeling better than ever, man, what is up with you? 

Scraping my knuckles and battling with some drug abuse 

 

I lost another friend 

Got another call from a sister 

And I speak for the people who share that struggle too 

Like they got something bruised 

 

My only rehabilitation was the sweat, tears and blood went up in the booth 

This the part of the show 

Where it all fades away 

Where the lights go to black 

And the band leaves the stage 

And you wanted an encore, but there's no encore today 

Because the moment is now, can't get it back from the grave 

This the part of the show 

Where it all fades away 

Where the lights go to black 

And the band leaves the stage 

And you wanted an encore, but there's no encore today 

Because the moment is now, can't get it back from the grave 

Welcome to The Heist... 

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