(Intro) It’s all down hill, no stick stuck in the wheel, I started on a solid rock with nothin’ to build/ but I collected what was spilled from the heavens, now my cup runneth over and my puddle is filled

I make the sophisticated squeal like pigs, I use curse words yet I appeal to kids/ ‘cuz nothin’ to them has felt as real as this, I been given a chance to invent the wheel again/ where’ve I been? Workin’ in the lab, and where am I going now that I’m done? Disneyland or Trinidad, when I get my big advance I’ll travel the world and no longer be a simple man/ I don’t got what you need, I got what’s unique, two opera seats to watch me walk on your dreams/ when you’re not conscious, how dare you questions death? I’m a leatherneck of Hiphop call me Letterhead/ it’s more than just the name of the title song, it’s the dialogue between me and my writer’s block/ I like the off-center concepts a lot better, so I could never go pop ‘cept my rock record

It’s all down hill, no stick stuck in the wheel, I started on a solid rock with nothin’ to build/ but I collected what had spilled from the heavens, now my cup runneth over and my puddle is filled (x2)

I sit in this basement with hopes and wishes to make it to your local listening station/ when I’m rackin’ my skull and gettin’ creative it becomes an un-kosher business relationship/ if you don’t want to hear me work my job, turn it off, I don’t give a fuck I still get workman’s comp/ my set up isn’t ergonomic but it’s worth the lost, if I can turn a profit till the curtain drops/ and when others make it I get frustrated and hate, smile and congratulate but I’m fakin’/ Macklemore blames the ego, I blame my own un-amazement, like I’m the only one that’s underrated/ but don’t see it like you understand what being cooped in a lab can do to a man/ I’m hittin’ my target though, with this crew that I have, so this business is ours down to the simplistic particles

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