Macklemore, Ab-Soul, Ryan Lewis - Jimmy Iovine lyrics

[Macklemore, Ab-Soul, Ryan Lewis - Jimmy Iovine lyrics]

I put my life on the line
I roll them dice and I'm fine
'Cause all I ever dreamt
About was makin' it
They ain't giving it, I'm taking it
I’m taking it, taking it
They ain’t giving it
I’m taking it, taking it
They ain’t giving it
I’m taking it, taking it
They ain’t giving it
I’m taking it, taking it
I need all that shit

If I just went in and stole it
The police woulda noticed
Gotta be strategic, creep it, go in
Leave without motive
Hold up, my plan is forming, alright
Casing this building
Watch these rappers that rappin' walk in
And leave out with millions (Millions)
Headed in sweating, open that front door
"Interscope" printed out right
By the entrance door closes, not a metaphor
Then I start towards that front desk
Right where you check in
Dressed in a uniform, acting like a janitor
All blue, jumpsuit, rush in
Bloodthirsty for the money like a bull
Looking in the eyes of the matador
("Fuck you") carrying two cans of paint
Security looks at me awkward
I say "Third floor, I'm late
Paintin' Jimmy Iovine's office"
Holding my breath, 'bout to faint
I’m scared to death that he stops me
Heart beating so loud that you can
Hear the echo in that lobby and see
I'm breaking down if I don’t make it out
Then I'm leaving town with that contract
And I'm spazzing out, grabbing the A&R out
His chair and I'm taking him hostage
I don't give a fuck, step into the elevator
Press "3" now I'm headed up ("Heist")
What they don't know is there is
A gun in the paint can
And I’m ready and willing to bust 'em
I'm fucking desperate
Stuck in this recession, now what you think?
If I could get signed my life is destined
My future depends on ink
And secretary at the front of the
Entrance staring right at me
I walk up she whispers "Go ahead"
And then gives me a wink

I put my life on the line
I roll them dice and I'm fine
'Cause all I ever dreamt
About was makin' it
They ain't giving it, I'm taking it
I'm taking it, taking it
They ain't giving it
I'm taking it, taking it
They ain't giving it
I'm taking it, taking it
They ain't giving it
I'm taking it, taking it
I need all that shit

I made it past security, the secretary
The cubicles but it’s weird
It’s like this room I’ve
Walked into is unusual
Thought it would be shiny and beautiful
Thought it would be alive and like musical
But it feels like someone died
It’s got the vibe of a funeral
There’s numbers on a chalkboard
CDs boxed in cardboard artists that flopped
That got dropped and never
Got to be sophomores
Graphic designers are sitting around
Waiting for albums that never come out
Complainin' that they have nobody in house
Wonderin’ what they make art for
I start thinking, am I in the right place?
Just walk forward, see plaques on the wall
Oh yeah, in a second those will be all yours
Finally see an office with a mounted sign
Heaven-sent
Big, block, silver letters, read it out loud
"President" ("Heist")
This was my chance to grab that
Contract and turn and jet
Right then felt a cold hand grab
On the back of my neck, he said
"We’ve been watching you
So glad you could make it
Your music, it's so impressive
And this whole brand you created
You're one hell of a band
We here think you're destined for greatness
And with that right song we all know
That you're next to be famous
Now I’m sorry, I’ve had a long day
Remind me now what your name is?
That’s right, 'Macklemore, ' of course
Today has been crazy
Anyway, you ready? We’ll give you
A hundred thousand dollars
After your album comes out
We’ll need back that money
That you borrowed"
"So it’s really like a loan?"
"A loan? Come on, no
We're a team, 360 degrees
We will reach your goals
You'll get a third of the merch that
You sell out on the road
Along with a third of the money you
Make when you’re out doing your shows
Manager gets twenty, booking agent gets ten
So shit, after taxes
You and Ryan have seven percent to split
That’s not bad, I’ve seen a lot worse
No one will give you a better offer than us"
"Mm hm" I replied
"I appreciate the offer"
Thought that this is what I wanted
Rather be a starving artist
Than succeed at getting fucked

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