St. Ides Lyrics - This Unruly Mess I've Made - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

I think happiness went the other way 

Sometimes you just have to wait 

I never believed in God 

But things got so fucked up 

That I had to pray 

I used to steal my Daddy's cabernet 

Never thought it would turn into a rattlesnake 

Thinkin', everything will be all right 

If we could get thru the week 

Maybe see another Saturday 

All the while where we know where to go 

Argue with the homies about who's gonna roll 

Throw on Goodie Mob 

Some food for the soul 

Till it's two in the morning 

When rain hits the windshield 

And everything is still 

Is it really a big deal? 

One hand on the steering wheel 

We'll be all right 

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I had a brown paper bag 

St. Ides on that motherfucker 

In the city where we smash 

5-0 comin' then you know I'm running 

Crawling broken fences, when shit gets hard 

You know who your friend is 

And when I lose perspective 

When I go to a place where I lose reception 

Let the silence pass by 

Like you're living a past life 

I can barely remember last night 

And in the morning, swear its the last time 

Where would I be? 

Can't start over if you don't get a new ID 

I know the devil fancies me 

Don't mean that motherfucker gets to dance with me! 

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Bought a house, some would call it home now (What?) 

Times are moving kinda slow now (What?) 

Watch the population grow wild (What?) 

A bunch of people I don't know now (What?) 

My city's changed and I'm zoned out 

I thought about New York, maybe SoCal 

Thru condos people can't afford now 

Landmarks bulldozed and tore down 

Overpopulated but can seem like a ghost town 

Keep a little real ones with me 

When it goes down 

Conversely, think about Sloane now 

Only reason I would ever leave my hometown 

If I still drink, I would crack a 40 ounce 

Parents left, moved away, sold the house 

It's been hard to ignore now 

Wish we could sort it out 

Last couple sips, pour it out 

St. Ides