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[Chorus: Dan Caplen and Macklemore] Oh, I wish it was ’99, when I was a kid at Christmas time Couldn’t go to bed that night Santa Claus sliding, snow in the driveway Under the lit-up Christmas tree with my crazy-ass family Singing, oh, oh oh, oh (I got it) Wish I was a kid at Christmas again (Alright) [Verse 1: Macklemore] Now, fill up the gas in the SUV Spent way too much time tryna pick out our tree The ceiling ain’t as tall as we thought, I see Gotta cut a couple inches off the top to proceed And now we stringing the lights up Five hours later, we stringing the lights up Listenin’ to Bing Crosby by the fire Frank Sinatra, Nat King Cole, Mariah Turn off that Michael Bublé Turn on that one movie about the kid Who licked the telephone pole on the Blu-ray Red Ryder BB-Gun, stayin’ up all night Jimmy Stewart, It’s A Wonderful Life, now am I right? The collar’s puffy, the beard is long The belly’s tubby, but the reindeer are strong It’s Santa Claus It’s Christ

I ain’t gonna die tonight You can’t kill me, not my spirit History is ours tonight The people are chanting, can’t you hear it? Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh [Verse 1: Macklemore] Open up the doors on ’em, we playing tonight Bring on the marching band and turn on the stadium lights They gonna learn from me, this is our church to be Life of a champion, ugh, so Freddy Mercury Sneaking into Hov concerts in nosebleeds The Hov bein’ like woah Yeah, independant, keep killing these people and don’t sleep Even the pigeon toed still standing on both feet, you know It’s obvious who’s night this is Grandparent’s immigrants, couple Irish kids Victory in my grass, gotta fight for this The streets are ours this evening, going undefeated I roll the dice against the staircase, uh huh Steak season, gotta marinate, uh huh If I happen to die tonight, put my spirit in the stars Bury me in the grave and carve “the history was ours” Said I [Chorus: Eric Nally] I ain’t gonna die tonight You can’t kill me

Corner store, 2 AM Got some mango high-chews, a bag of chips Rollin’ through the city and we hide behind the tints In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store [Verse 1: Travis Thompson] Okay, 2 AM, I’m posted [?] while in my Jansport Moving to Utah, [?] Might treat your block like a dance floor Finesse the rent out the landlord Momma said, “Pull your pants up” [?] corners, and scraper are loyal [?] bands up I’m pushing, moving work, improving There’s commas on the way Put the [?] on pedestal, blow the medical to the face It’s sad that they know my face Rollin heaven in my new Wraith Declining the call from labels Still grubbin’ on [?] They all wanna know whats next, I don’t even know myself Now, I don’t wanna hear your [?], I don’t really need your help I’m posted and smoking just like my uncles before me I politic with the [?], forget my day by the morn

RIP Willy Wonka, watch the roof come off I pull up in that candy paint, call it Veruca Salt You cheated and you lied, you broke the rules, my dog Now you wanna come around when there’s food involved Hell no Let the truth be told, I’m in the [?] With the dookie roll, a little [?] on I’m eating sushi rolls, doing the tootsie rolls Thinking about Gucci [?] I’m in a neutral zone, I’m about to lose control About to hop out, you thinking I’m Rick Ross I’m pulling out in that Maybach And I copped that from the thrift shop When my daughter is singing “Hakuna Matata” While they hooting and hollering I’m maneuvering [?] Budapest Got my baby mama and [?] the IRS [?] tryna get into my wallet But they ain’t getting all up in it Put my feet up and I’m [?] relax, cause I’m all about that action boss [Pre-Chorus: Macklemore] I’m a motherf*ckin’ icon, boots made of python I’m met with the Pres and I’m in Obama’s iPod My front yard got all kinds of cars I don’t really f*ck with the caviar 6 figu