Can't Hold Us (feat. Macklemore & Ryan Lewis)

Ray Dalton

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    Hey, hey, hey
    Good to see you
    Come on, dude, let's go
    Yeah, let's go
    Hahaha, alright
    Alright, okay
    Uh, alright, okay
    Alright, okay (woo)

    Return of the Mack
    Get 'em, what it is? What it does? What it is? What it isn't?
    Lookin' for a better way to get up outta bed
    Instead of gettin' on the internet and checkin' on who hit me, get up
    Thrift shop, pimp-strut walkin'
    Little bit of humble, little bit of cautious
    Somewhere between like Rocky and Cosby
    Sweater game? Nope, nope, y'all can't copy, yeah
    Bad, moonwalkin', this here is our party
    My posse's been on Broadway and we did it our way
    Grown music, I shed my skin and put my bones
    Into everything I record to it and yet I'm on
    Let that stage light go and shine on down
    Got that Bob Barker suit game and Plinko in my style, money
    Stay on my craft and stick around for those pounds
    But I do that to pass the torch and put on for my town
    Trust me, on my I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T shit, hustlin'
    Chasin' dreams since I was fourteen with the four-track, bussin'
    Halfway 'cross that city with the back (back) pack (pack), fat (fat) cat (cat), crushin'

    Labels out here, now they can't tell me nothing (hey, hey, ayy)
    We give that to the people (hey, ayy)
    Spread it across the country (hey, oh-oh-oh)
    Labels out here, now they can't tell me nothing (hey, hey, ayy)
    We give it to the people (hey, ayy)
    Spread it across the country (hey, oh-oh-oh)

    Can we go back? This is the moment
    Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over
    So we put our hands up
    Like the ceiling can't hold us
    Like the ceiling can't hold us

    Can we go back? This is the moment
    Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over
    So we put our hands up
    Like the ceiling can't hold us
    Like the ceiling can't hold us

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    Now, can I kick it? Thank you
    Yeah, I'm so damn grateful
    I grew up really wantin' gold fronts
    But that's what you get when Wu-Tang raised you
    Y'all can't stop me
    Go hard like I got a 808 in my heartbeat
    And I'm eatin' at the beat like you gave a little speed
    To a great white shark on Shark Week, raw
    Time to go off, I'm gone
    Deuces, goodbye, I got a world to see
    And my girl, she wanna see Rome
    Caesar'll make you a believer, nah
    I never ever did it for a throne
    That validation comes from givin' it back to the people, now
    Sing the song and it goes like

    Raise those hands, this is our party (hey, hey, ayy)
    We came here to live life like nobody was watching (hey, hey, ayy, oh-oh-oh)
    I got my city right behind me, if I fall, they got me (hey, hey, ayy)
    Learn from that failure, gain humility (hey, hey, ayy, hey)
    And then we keep marching, I said

    Can we go back? This is the moment (wow)
    Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over
    So we put our hands up
    Like the ceiling can't hold us
    Like the ceiling can't hold us

    Can we go back? This is the moment (ooh)
    Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over (ooh)
    So we put our hands up (ooh)
    Like the ceiling can't hold us (ooh)
    Like the ceiling can't hold us (ooh)

    (And so we put our hands up)
    (And so we put our hands up)
    (Woah-oh-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh)

    Let's go

    Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na (uh-huh)
    Hey (and all my people sing)
    Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na (hey, hey, ayy, that's right)
    Hey (here we go, all right, uh)
    And all my people sing
    Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na (you do it, Ray)
    Oh (haha, let's go)
    And all my people sing
    Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
    Mackle-uh-uh-uh-uh-more

    Can we go back? This is the moment
    Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over
    So we put our hands up
    Like the ceiling can't hold us
    Like the ceiling can't hold us

    Can we go back? This is the moment (ooh)
    Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over (ooh)
    So we put our hands up (ooh)
    Like the ceiling can't hold us (ooh)
    Like the ceiling can't hold us (ooh)

    Song details

    Composition: Ryan Lewis and Ben Haggerty

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