Cowboy Boots by Macklemore & Ryan Lewis
[Intro]
And we drink and get older
And some of us even try to get sober
Now here's to the assholes and the last calls
Well city kids, you get what you ask for
[Bridge]
And acquaintances turn to friends, I hope those friends
they remember me
Hold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memories
Not sure there is a way to express what you meant to me
Sit around a table and use those ears as the
centrepiece
[Hook x2]
Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
Where I question if what I've seen here is real
Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar
Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
[Verse 1]
Hold on to what you were, forget what you're not
The streets were ours that summer, at least those two
blocks
Reminisce on those days, I guess that's OK, you wonder
why
Some grow up, move on, close the chapter, live separate
lives
The twenty-something confusion before the suit and tie
Strangers become mistakes but those mistakes make you
feel alive
Hindsight is vibrant, reality: rarely lit
Memories to collage, paste to the glue that barely
sticks
Good Lord, they broke all my shields
Locked bathroom doors, graffiti, and high heels
Until you felt that altitude you don't know how high
feels
Party mountain, some don't ever come down from around
here
To be young again, I guess it's relative
The camera lights, the whiskey rise, sink into the skin
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