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Verse 1
Am
F
I put my life on the line
Am
Dm
I roll the dice and I'm fine
Cuz all I ever dreamt about
Am
was making it
They ain't giving it, I'm taking it
Verse 2
Am
I'm taking it, taking it,
they ain't giving it
F
I'm taking it,
taking it, they ain't giving it
Dm
D
I'm taking it, taking it,
Dm
they ain't giving it
Am
I'm taking it, taking it,
I need all that shit
Verse 3
Am
Steal myself a record deal
Steal myself a record deal
Steal myself a record deal
Verse 4
Steal myself a record deal
Am
If i just went in this slowly
The police would've noticed
Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin'
Go and leave with that motive
Hold up, my plan is forming
All right, casin' this building
Watch these rappers step back
And walk in and leave that with
millions (millions)
Heading in sweating,
open that front door
E
"Interscope" printed out
Am
by the entrance door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
E
That front desk,
that's right, where you check in
Am
Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor
All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?
Bloodthirsty and I'm eatin'
like a bull
Looking in the eyes of the matador
(fuck you!)
Carrying 2 cans of paint
E
Security looks at me awkward
Am
I say, "Third floor,
E
I'm late; paintin' Jimmy Iovine's office."
Am
Holding my breath, 'bout to faint
I'm scared to death that he stops me
Heart beating so loud you can
hear the echo in that lobby
And see I break it down
if I don't make it out
E
Then I'm leaving town with
that contract
Am
And I'm spazzing out, grabbing
the A&R out
E
This chair and I'm taking him hostage
Am
I don't give a fuck,
step into the elevator, press "3"
Now I'm headed up (Heist)
What they don't know: there's
a gun in the paint can
And I'm ready and willing to bust
'em, I'm fucking desperate
Stuck in this recession not
E
what you think
Am
If I could get signed my life is destined
E
Might be good, depends on ink
Am
And secretary at the front of the
entrance staring right at me
I walk out, she whispers go ahead
and then gives me a wink
Verse 5
Am
I put my life on the line
Dm
I roll the dice and I'm fine
Am
Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it
They ain't giving it, I'm taking it
Verse 6
Am
I'm taking it, taking it,
they ain't giving it
F
I'm taking it, taking it,
they ain't giving it
Dm
D
I'm taking it, taking it,
Dm
they ain't giving it
Am
I'm taking it, taking it,
Verse 7
I need all that shit
Am
If I pass security, the secretary,
the cubicals
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
These numbers on the
CDs boxed in cardboard
Am
Artists that flopped,
E
that got dropped and never got to be sophomores
Verse 8
Am
Graphic designers are sitting around
Waiting for albums that never
come out
Complainin' the day have nobody
in the house
F
Am
Wonderin' within if they make art for
Dm
I start thinkin', am I in the right place?
Am
Just walk forward, see plaques on the wall
Oh yea, 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
This was my chance to grab that
E
contract and turn and jet
Am
Right then felt a cold hand
grabbin' the back of my neck
Verse 9
Am
He said, "We've been watching you,
so glad you could make it
E
Your music, get's so impressive and
Am
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.
Verse 10
Am
"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
Dm
Am
that money that you borrowed."
Verse 11
"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
E
you sell out on the road,
Am
E
Along with a third of the money you make
when you're out doing your shows.
Am
Manager gets 20, booking
agent gets 10, so shit,
After taxes, you and Ryan
have 7% to split.
That's not bad; I've seen a lot worse.
No one will give you a better
offer than us."
I replied, "I appreciate the offer; thought
that this is what I wanted.
Am
Rather be a starving artist
than succeed at getting fucked."
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