paroles de chanson CHANT (feat. Tones And I) - Macklemore , Tones and I

They told me that I vanished
They told me that I had it
They told me that I'm gone
I told them, "Don't panic"
When you've done it this long
And you've seen magic
And you know it won't kill you
Even when the whole world doubts it
This is my moment
They can't take my talent
They can't take my stripes
They can't erase my hours
I'm from the underground
Anything above ground is a mountain
I'm done trying to impress anybody
But the heavens where I'm headed
You don't get to hold on to your flowers
I am in my zone, eyes on the throne
20k deep, better pull out your phones
Turning the arena to believers
Everytime I hit the ceiling
Ain't nobody ever touching my show
Look at what we started
Look at where we got to
Almost OD'd that night in the hospital
Wasn't going to die, more life in the arsenal
Got another shot to pull off the impossible

There's no need to cry for me
I'm a fighter, fighter
You can't take my voice from me
I will rise up, rise up
So what are you waiting for?
I ain't ready to die yet
The pain is where faith is born
Are you alive yet?
Are you alive yet?
Are you alive?

On my grave, what quote will be etched in?
Never played the game to be a contestant
Never join the league to ride benches
The wins hit different when they don't expect it
Yeah, and they ain't got to like me
Got my own Nikes, no Nike ID
And I ain't trying to stunt, man
But my logo went over the Jumpman
I remember all I had was a bus pass
Selling CDs to make a couple of bucks back
And now I'm up in meetings
And you better believe me
Now that we got the arena
The Sonics making a comeback
I'm not a businessman
I got children, man
I treat my city like it is my fam
Until the residency gets a building man
Think I'm playing about mayor, but that's my plan
You know what 50 thousand feels like?
When you question, "Is this real life?"
The money doesn't buy happiness, that's facts
Until you take what you made and decide to give it back like that

There's no need to cry for me
I'm a fighter, fighter
You can't take my voice from me
I will rise up, rise up
So what are you waiting for?
I ain't ready to die yet
The pain is where faith is born
Are you alive yet?
Are you alive yet?
Are you alive?

I was supposed to be a one-hit ringer
Now I got too many rings and not enough fingers
Keep doing my thing, they keep chasing the wave
Thinking that they're going to be the one to outpace age
I must got Mick Jagger DNA
Rolling Stone bags, pre-checked, no TSA
I'll be 78 SM58 in my face
Like, "Who wants to go next?"
Nobody's touching my stage
They head tripping like a b-boy head spinning
I bench press the industry and I deadlift it
It's been written, I been running, it's been a minute
Ben done it, I bet you a hundred that I been winning
The Benz tinted, it's been vintage, yeah, Ben did it
The crib I lived in is like Ben Stiller's
An evening at my house, a night at the museum
Trophies, plaques all over and the view's decent
At the end of the day, it's like "Who needs it?"
Play on player, I got to keep competing
Keep dreaming, won't settle for shit
It isn't sport, it's my life
Run the championship, I'm gone

There's no need to cry for me
I'm a fighter, fighter
You can't take my voice from me
I will rise up, rise up
So what are you waiting for?
I ain't ready to die yet
The pain is where faith is born
Are you alive yet?
Are you alive yet?
Are you alive?
Are you alive?
Are you alive?