Firebreather Lyrics - Macklemore

Got a Guns N Roses t-shirt, and never listened to the band 

Just being honest, I just thought that shit looked cool 

Hold up, do you know who I am? 

Turn the block to Woodstock 

Retire? Don't think that I could stop 

Jet-ski the way I ride the beat 

And fuck your wave, I'ma die knowing that I did me 

I got some words and I cannot let them die in me 

This is arena status 

Our bones end up in the ground, does it even matter? 

Make some good music, get what you put in 

Get out and go and leave the planet 

Now what the hell did you think this is? 

We born worth dying, in-between we live 

Love, prosper, hands to the sky, catch a gospel 

Roll the dice, nah, I ain't betting on tomorrow 

Chain looking like Orion's belt 

Jacket looking something like a lion pelt 

Had to take a break and find myself 

They put me in a box by myself 

The same writers criticizing my rhymes 

Are the same writers that I gentrify in Bed-Stuy 

I can't even see the hate, I should probably check my eyes 

I got 50,000 phones pointed at me in the sky 

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Between a rock and a hard place 

Cold blunted with a stone face 

Firebreather, firebreather 

Born under a blood moon 

But the sun is coming up soon 

Firebreather, firebreather 

Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire 

Firebreather, firebreather 

Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire 

Firebreather, yeah, firebreather 

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What the fuck you think I'm doing it for? 

Hungry like it's my rookie year, and I'm new to the sport 

The game is tied up, they looking at you in the fourth 

Do you take the shot or pass it, this is ten-thousand hours 

And I'm working on my Master's, liabilities, and assets 

And I'm showing up to practice, shooting early, getting baskets 

There's no father to my style, I'm just a freckle-faced bastard 

The animal in the jungle, running, hunting with a habit (woo) 

Abracadabra that motherfucker is magic 

They say he'd want it, Madonna is on me dancing 

I'm sorry mama, I got it, I know I should mind my manners 

I'd probably go double-platinum if I could think of an ad-lib 

I'm jazz Prince, I rap a lot 

I grew up on Scarface, now Brad's my dog (woo) 

Irish goodbye, sayonara and we mobbing 

Put the nail in the coffin, motherfucker, I'm on one 

Between a rock and a hard place 

Cold blunted with a stone face 

Firebreather, firebreather 

Born under a blood moon 

But the sun is coming up soon 

Firebreather, firebreather 

Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire 

Firebreather, firebreather 

Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire 

Firebreather, yeah, firebreather