Lyrics: [Macklemore:] And we drink and get older And some of us even try to get sober Now here's to the assholes and the last calls We're city kids You get what you ask for [Macklemore:] And acquaintances turn to friends I hope those friends they remember me Hold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memories Not sure there is a way to express what you meant to me Sit around a table and use those years as the centerpiece [Ryan Lewis 2x:] Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR [Macklemore] Hold on to what you were, forget what you're not The streets were ours that summer, at least those two blocks Reminisce on those days, I guess that's OK, you wonder why Some grow up, move on, close the chapter, live separate lives The twenty-something confusion before the suit and tie Strangers become mistakes but those mistakes made you feel alive Hindsight is vibrant, reality: rarely lit Memory's a collage pasted with glue that barely sticks Good Lord, they broke all my shields Locked bathroom doors, graffiti, and high heels Until you felt that altitude you don't know how high feels Party mountain, some don't ever come down from around here To be young again, I guess it's relative The camel lights, the whiskey rye, sink into the skin I fantasize about a second wind Grow a moustache, pick up another bad habit and let the games begin [Ryan Lewis 2x:] Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR [Macklemore and Ryan Lewis:] So here's to the nights, dancing with the band Strangers into girlfriends from a one night stand Brought a little liquor and turn up the Johnny Cash You could bring a receipt to Heaven but you cannot take it back And this is life, this is real, even when it feels like it isn't I'd be a goddamn liar to say at times I didn't miss it So deuces, I turn my back as I walk into the distance Dip my feet in every once in a while, just to say I visit Come and hold onto these nights Trying to find our way home by the street light Over time we figure out this is me, right Learn a lot about your friends right around two A.M. [Macklemore:] And acquaintances turn to friends I hope those friends they remember me Hold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memories Not sure there is a way to express what you meant to me Sit around a table and use those years as the centerpiece [Ryan Lewis 2x:] Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
The ideal music video to this song: the ghost of a guy who died in a drunk driving accident his friend caused returns every year on the anniversary of his friends sobriety to hang out.
To me there's only 1 way to sort out who's top of the rapper List and that's a face to face dance n rap off like run DMC 😂 you got TYLER AND WHOEVER RAP'S With him on KITCHEN SINK(21 Pilots )AND A FEW OTHERS now the LADS EVEN CALL MY YOUNGEST Brother Slim TIPPY As he can keep up with any Eminem track ❤🤜🤛✌️🏴🏴🏴
And we drink and get older And some of us even try to get sober Now here's to the assholes and the last calls Well city kids, you get what you ask for And acquaintances turn to friends, I hope those friends they remember me Hold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memories Not sure there is a way to express what you meant to me Sit around a table and use those ears as the centerpiece Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR Hold on to what you were, forget what you're not The streets were ours that summer, at least those two blocks Reminisce on those days, I guess that's OK, you wonder why Some grow up, move on, close the chapter, live separate lives The twenty-something confusion before the suit and tie Strangers become mistakes but those mistakes make you feel alive Hindsight is vibrant, reality: rarely lit Memories to collage, paste to the glue that barely sticks Good Lord, they broke all my shields Locked bathroom doors, graffiti, and high heels Until you felt that altitude you don't know how high feels Party mountain, some don't ever come down from around here To be young again, I guess it's relative The camera lights, the whiskey rise, sink into the skin I fantasize about a second win Grow a mustache, pick up another bad habit and let the games begin Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR So here's to the nights, dancing with the band Strangers into girlfriends from a one night stand Brought a little liquor and turn up the Johnny Cash You could bring a receipt to Heaven but you cannot take it back And this is life, this is real, even when it feels like it isn't I'd be a goddamn liar to say at times I didn't miss it So deuces, I turn my back as I walk into the distance Dip my feet in every once in a while, just to say I visit And we hold onto these nights Trying to find out way home by the street light Over time we figure out this is me, right Learn a lot about your friends right around two A.M And acquaintances turn to friends, I hope those friends they remember me Hold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memories Not sure there is a way to express what you meant to me Sit around a table and use those ears as the centerpiece Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
Forever Macklemore's best song. I wish I could bottle the feel here and take a sniff of it whenever I needed.
You can. Just come back and visit this masterpiece.
I used to have macklemore on repeat at my local bar when he dropped this album. Can't believe it's been over 10 years now. 😅
Great song. I remember when this album first came out I was in grade 10. What a time to be alive
i listened to this while walking home from the bus stop. Memories that hopefully will never leave me.
I can't believe that he didn't make a music video for this one. It's soooo good!
ByrdHeard I was thinking the exact same thing! Similar to the good old days
Nostalgia hits hard
Lyrics:
[Macklemore:]
And we drink and get older
And some of us even try to get sober
Now here's to the assholes and the last calls
We're city kids
You get what you ask for
[Macklemore:]
And acquaintances turn to friends
I hope those friends they remember me
Hold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memories
Not sure there is a way to express what you meant to me
Sit around a table and use those years as the centerpiece
[Ryan Lewis 2x:]
Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real
Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar
Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
[Macklemore]
Hold on to what you were, forget what you're not
The streets were ours that summer, at least those two blocks
Reminisce on those days, I guess that's OK, you wonder why
Some grow up, move on, close the chapter, live separate lives
The twenty-something confusion before the suit and tie
Strangers become mistakes but those mistakes made you feel alive
Hindsight is vibrant, reality: rarely lit
Memory's a collage pasted with glue that barely sticks
Good Lord, they broke all my shields
Locked bathroom doors, graffiti, and high heels
Until you felt that altitude you don't know how high feels
Party mountain, some don't ever come down from around here
To be young again, I guess it's relative
The camel lights, the whiskey rye, sink into the skin
I fantasize about a second wind
Grow a moustache, pick up another bad habit and let the games begin
[Ryan Lewis 2x:]
Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real
Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar
Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
[Macklemore and Ryan Lewis:]
So here's to the nights, dancing with the band
Strangers into girlfriends from a one night stand
Brought a little liquor and turn up the Johnny Cash
You could bring a receipt to Heaven but you cannot take it back
And this is life, this is real, even when it feels like it isn't
I'd be a goddamn liar to say at times I didn't miss it
So deuces, I turn my back as I walk into the distance
Dip my feet in every once in a while, just to say I visit
Come and hold onto these nights
Trying to find our way home by the street light
Over time we figure out this is me, right
Learn a lot about your friends right around two A.M.
[Macklemore:]
And acquaintances turn to friends
I hope those friends they remember me
Hold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memories
Not sure there is a way to express what you meant to me
Sit around a table and use those years as the centerpiece
[Ryan Lewis 2x:]
Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real
Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar
Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
This song used to be a happy song to me. Sad how time changes things
It's happy man. Those memories are what we're here to build. Don't be sad that it's over, smile that it happened. Much love, human.
Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it! Much Love, Peace
Best song of the album
Doesn't beat wings, can't hold us, thrift shop,
Jack Mulqueen easily does when your a country kid lmao
yo wait when did i comment this? i dont remember doing this... might have meant to say one of the best songs wtf 😂😂
J'adore cet album et je le réécoute régulièrement !
Acquaintances turn to friends, couldn't be more accurate
I'm a german guy and i love this Song
+Dominik Fuchs I'm Peter Pan from nomans land and I love this song.
The ideal music video to this song: the ghost of a guy who died in a drunk driving accident his friend caused returns every year on the anniversary of his friends sobriety to hang out.
I like that
Yea whoaaaoaoaoaoaoaoaooaoaoaoaoaoa!!!!!!!!
Great
relatable
to mee the best white rapper Eminem dont got nothin on Macklemore
To me there's only 1 way to sort out who's top of the rapper List and that's a face to face dance n rap off like run DMC 😂 you got TYLER AND WHOEVER RAP'S With him on KITCHEN SINK(21 Pilots )AND A FEW OTHERS now the LADS EVEN CALL MY YOUNGEST Brother Slim TIPPY As he can keep up with any Eminem track ❤🤜🤛✌️🏴🏴🏴
And we drink and get older
And some of us even try to get sober
Now here's to the assholes and the last calls
Well city kids, you get what you ask for
And acquaintances turn to friends, I hope those friends they remember me
Hold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memories
Not sure there is a way to express what you meant to me
Sit around a table and use those ears as the centerpiece
Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real
Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar
Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real
Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar
Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
Hold on to what you were, forget what you're not
The streets were ours that summer, at least those two blocks
Reminisce on those days, I guess that's OK, you wonder why
Some grow up, move on, close the chapter, live separate lives
The twenty-something confusion before the suit and tie
Strangers become mistakes but those mistakes make you feel alive
Hindsight is vibrant, reality: rarely lit
Memories to collage, paste to the glue that barely sticks
Good Lord, they broke all my shields
Locked bathroom doors, graffiti, and high heels
Until you felt that altitude you don't know how high feels
Party mountain, some don't ever come down from around here
To be young again, I guess it's relative
The camera lights, the whiskey rise, sink into the skin
I fantasize about a second win
Grow a mustache, pick up another bad habit and let the games begin
Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real
Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar
Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real
Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar
Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
So here's to the nights, dancing with the band
Strangers into girlfriends from a one night stand
Brought a little liquor and turn up the Johnny Cash
You could bring a receipt to Heaven but you cannot take it back
And this is life, this is real, even when it feels like it isn't
I'd be a goddamn liar to say at times I didn't miss it
So deuces, I turn my back as I walk into the distance
Dip my feet in every once in a while, just to say I visit
And we hold onto these nights
Trying to find out way home by the street light
Over time we figure out this is me, right
Learn a lot about your friends right around two A.M
And acquaintances turn to friends, I hope those friends they remember me
Hold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memories
Not sure there is a way to express what you meant to me
Sit around a table and use those ears as the centerpiece
Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real
Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar
Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR