MACKLEMORE - MARMALADE (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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MACKLEMORE - MARMALADE (en) Lyrics
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Can’t nobody get up in my car today
Back seat feeling like a charter plane
Bumping Silkk Da Shocker
Charge It 2 Da Game
Paint dripping like I’m whipping
marmalade (whoa)
Look at the way that I’m shining
I don’t be checking the mileage
She said how much is that Rolie?
I said don’t worry I’m timeless
Watching Toy Story 3, that’s
a great fucking movie
City of Jimi, Kurt, Quincy
City of me, Eddie, and
Bruce Lee (whoa)
King of the road I drive
slow like whoa
And I just switched over
to Geico like whoa
Celebrating these life goals
But you ain’t getting no ride home
I be riding through the town
My music loud
Windows down yeah you can hear me now
I turn it up, I need that bass
And my chain so bright
can’t see my face
I be riding through the
town, town, town
All eyes on me now
I be riding through Seatown
Taking pics when I eat out
Girls ask me to freestyle
Neighbors hate it when I speed out
I ain’t turning these beats down
GPS and I reroute
Chuck the deuce and I peace out
Sun roof tinted, don't
need your opinions
I be on my business, and
you be on Tinder
And if I was single, I’d
be right there with ya
But I’m committed, keep
my dick in my britches
The women are moving their bodies
Sunset through numerous palm trees
Followed by the paparazzi
But they don’t get into our party
Tell the bell hop that I’m sorry
We 40 deep in the lobby
Travel the world with a posse
But soon I’ll be home
So call up my momma and tell
her to pick up the phone
Cause I need that homemade lasagna
that’s fresh out the stove
Grabbing the keys and I’m
fresh out the door
King of my city whose
next on the throne
When you hear that speaker
sound, ound, ound
You know who it is, Lil
Boat in your town
Whoa this beat so happy
I will never frown
And my hair so nappy it’s gonna
be a problem braiding it down
Oh no, oh no, we been
grinding from the go
Jump start, I just bought
a new whip, push start
Push the coup down the highway
like a go kart
All my niggas keep that toaster
with them like a Pop Tart
Make her moan and she sound
just like Mozart
Pure art
I think they mad because I broke
into the game with a crowbar
Top the charts, Hip Hop ain’t
the same we the new stars
Rock stars, look at all my
chains call them ice pops
Ring pops, let the rain drop
on the wrist watch
Fuck the cops, and fuck Donald Trump,
bitch it’s Macklemore and Lil Boat
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