Paroles de la chanson Thrift Shop par
Hey, Macklemore, can we go thrift shopping?
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What-what, what, what?
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What-what, what, what?
What-what, what, what? (Da)
What-what, what, what? (Da-dum, ba-dum, ba-da-do-da)
What-what, what, what? (Da-dum, ba-dum, ba-da-do-da)
What-what, what, what? (Da-dum, ba-dum, ba-da-do-da)
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[Wanz & Macklemore]
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm, I'm, I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up
This is fucking awesome (Now)
[Macklemore]
Walk into the club like, "What up? I got a big cock"
Nah, I'm just pumped, I bought some shit from a thrift shop
Ice on the fringe is so damn frosty
The people like, "Damn, that's a cold-ass honkey"
Rollin' in hella deep, headed to the mezzanine
Dressed in all pink 'cept my gator shoes, those are green
[Wanz & Macklemore]
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm, I'm, I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up
This is fucking awesome (Now)
[Macklemore]
Walk into the club like, "What up? I got a big cock"
Nah, I'm just pumped, I bought some shit from a thrift shop
Ice on the fringe is so damn frosty
The people like, "Damn, that's a cold-ass honkey"
Rollin' in hella deep, headed to the mezzanine
Dressed in all pink 'cept my gator shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girl standin' next to me
Probably should've washed this, smells like R. Kelly sheets
Piss
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents (Bag it)
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
Passin' up on those moccasins someone else has been walkin' in
Bummy and grungy, fuck it, man, I am stunting and flossin'
And saving my money and I'm hella happy, that's a bargain, bitch
I'ma take your grandpa's style, I'ma take your grandpa's style
No, for real, ask your grandpa, can I have his hand-me-downs? (Thank you)
Probably should've washed this, smells like R. Kelly sheets
Piss
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents (Bag it)
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
Passin' up on those moccasins someone else has been walkin' in
Bummy and grungy, fuck it, man, I am stunting and flossin'
And saving my money and I'm hella happy, that's a bargain, bitch
I'ma take your grandpa's style, I'ma take your grandpa's style
No, for real, ask your grandpa, can I have his hand-me-downs? (Thank you)
Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers
Dookie-brown leather jacket that I found diggin'
They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboard
I bought a skeet blanket, then I bought a knee board
Hello, hello, my ace man, my mellow
John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, hell no
I could take some Pro Wings, make 'em cool, sell those
The sneaker heads would be like, "Ah, he got the Velcros"
[Wanz]
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm, I'm, I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up
Dookie-brown leather jacket that I found diggin'
They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboard
I bought a skeet blanket, then I bought a knee board
Hello, hello, my ace man, my mellow
John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, hell no
I could take some Pro Wings, make 'em cool, sell those
The sneaker heads would be like, "Ah, he got the Velcros"
[Wanz]
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm, I'm, I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up
This is fucking awesome
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm, I'm, I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up
This is fucking awesome
[Macklemore]
What you know about rockin' a wolf on your noggin?
What you knowin' about wearin' a fur fox skin?
I'm diggin', I'm diggin', I'm searchin' right through that luggage
One man's trash, that's another man's come up
Thank your granddad for donatin' that plaid button-
Up shirt 'cause right now, I'm up in here stuntin'
I'm at the Goodwill, you can find me in the bins
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm, I'm, I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up
This is fucking awesome
[Macklemore]
What you know about rockin' a wolf on your noggin?
What you knowin' about wearin' a fur fox skin?
I'm diggin', I'm diggin', I'm searchin' right through that luggage
One man's trash, that's another man's come up
Thank your granddad for donatin' that plaid button-
Up shirt 'cause right now, I'm up in here stuntin'
I'm at the Goodwill, you can find me in the bins
I'm not, I'm not stuck on searchin' in that section (Men's)
Your grammy, your auntie, your mama, your mammy
I'll take those flannel zebra jammies second hand and rock that, motherfucker
The built-in onesie with the socks on the motherfucker
I hit the party and they stop in that motherfucker
They be like, "Oh, that Gucci? That's hella tight"
I'm like, "Yo, that's fifty dollars for a T-shirt"
Limited edition, let's do some simple addition
Fifty dollars for a T-shirt, that's just some ignorant bitch shit
I call that getting-swindled-and-pimped shit
I call that getting tricked by business
Your grammy, your auntie, your mama, your mammy
I'll take those flannel zebra jammies second hand and rock that, motherfucker
The built-in onesie with the socks on the motherfucker
I hit the party and they stop in that motherfucker
They be like, "Oh, that Gucci? That's hella tight"
I'm like, "Yo, that's fifty dollars for a T-shirt"
Limited edition, let's do some simple addition
Fifty dollars for a T-shirt, that's just some ignorant bitch shit
I call that getting-swindled-and-pimped shit
I call that getting tricked by business
That shirt's hella dope
And having the same one as six other people in this club is a hella don't
Peep game, come take a look through my telescope
Tryna get girls from a brand? Man, you hella won't
Man, you hella won't
Goodwill
Poppin' tags, yeah
[Wanz]
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm, I'm, I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up
This is fucking awesome
[ Wanz]
I'll wear your granddad's clothes
And having the same one as six other people in this club is a hella don't
Peep game, come take a look through my telescope
Tryna get girls from a brand? Man, you hella won't
Man, you hella won't
Goodwill
Poppin' tags, yeah
[Wanz]
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm, I'm, I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up
This is fucking awesome
[ Wanz]
I'll wear your granddad's clothes
I look incredible
I'm in this big-ass coat
From that thrift shop down the road
I'll wear your granddad's clothes (Damn right)
I look incredible (Now come on, man)
I'm in this big-ass coat (Big-ass coat)
From that thrift shop down the road (Let's go, come on)
[Wanz]
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm, I'm, I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up
This is fucking awesome
Hahaha
Is that your grandma's coat?
I'm in this big-ass coat
From that thrift shop down the road
I'll wear your granddad's clothes (Damn right)
I look incredible (Now come on, man)
I'm in this big-ass coat (Big-ass coat)
From that thrift shop down the road (Let's go, come on)
[Wanz]
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm, I'm, I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up
This is fucking awesome
Hahaha
Is that your grandma's coat?
Que racontent les paroles de la chanson Thrift Shop de Macklemore and Ryan Lewis ?
Vingt dollars en poche et une mission
Imagine entrer dans une friperie avec vingt dollars, une conviction absolue et zéro complexe. C'est exactement l'énergie que Macklemore transporte dès les premières secondes de "Thrift Shop", ce morceau sorti au début des années 2010 qui allait transformer un rappeur indépendant de Seattle en phénomène mondial — sans l'aide d'un label, sans budget marketing colossal, et surtout sans une paire de Jordan neuves.
La chasse au trésor
Macklemore déambule dans les rayons comme d'autres arpentent des boutiques de luxe. Il "chasse", comme il dit — "huntin', lookin' for a come up" — avec cette fièvre du chineur qui sait que la prochaine trouvaille peut être extraordinaire. Un manteau léopard trop grand, une combinaison velours qui sentait peut-être un peu trop fort ("smells like R. Kelly sheets", lâche-t-il avec un humour douteux assumé), des pantoufles de maison... Chaque pièce devient un trophée. Et quand il débarque en soirée vêtu de ces trouvailles à quelques centimes, les gens s'arrêtent. Certains croient même voir du Gucci.
Porter le style de grand-père comme une armure
Il y a quelque chose de tendrement subversif dans la façon dont la chanson convoque les garde-robes des aînés. Les vêtements du grand-père, de la grand-mère, de la tante — tout ce que les familles donnent sans y penser — deviennent ici des pièces de collection. "I'll wear your granddad's clothes, I look incredible" chante Wanz dans le refrain, et on le croit vraiment. Ce n'est pas de l'autodérision, c'est de la fierté pure.
Cette fierté, Macklemore la retourne contre le système. Quand il s'énerve à l'idée de dépenser cinquante dollars pour un t-shirt que six autres portent dans la même salle, on sent une vraie colère sous le flow enjoué. "Thrift Shop" ne se contente pas de raconter une sortie au fripier : il questionne ce que valent vraiment les choses, et qui décide de leur valeur. La réponse de Macklemore, elle tient dans un billet de vingt dollars froissé au fond d'une poche.
Imagine entrer dans une friperie avec vingt dollars, une conviction absolue et zéro complexe. C'est exactement l'énergie que Macklemore transporte dès les premières secondes de "Thrift Shop", ce morceau sorti au début des années 2010 qui allait transformer un rappeur indépendant de Seattle en phénomène mondial — sans l'aide d'un label, sans budget marketing colossal, et surtout sans une paire de Jordan neuves.
La chasse au trésor
Macklemore déambule dans les rayons comme d'autres arpentent des boutiques de luxe. Il "chasse", comme il dit — "huntin', lookin' for a come up" — avec cette fièvre du chineur qui sait que la prochaine trouvaille peut être extraordinaire. Un manteau léopard trop grand, une combinaison velours qui sentait peut-être un peu trop fort ("smells like R. Kelly sheets", lâche-t-il avec un humour douteux assumé), des pantoufles de maison... Chaque pièce devient un trophée. Et quand il débarque en soirée vêtu de ces trouvailles à quelques centimes, les gens s'arrêtent. Certains croient même voir du Gucci.
Porter le style de grand-père comme une armure
Il y a quelque chose de tendrement subversif dans la façon dont la chanson convoque les garde-robes des aînés. Les vêtements du grand-père, de la grand-mère, de la tante — tout ce que les familles donnent sans y penser — deviennent ici des pièces de collection. "I'll wear your granddad's clothes, I look incredible" chante Wanz dans le refrain, et on le croit vraiment. Ce n'est pas de l'autodérision, c'est de la fierté pure.
Cette fierté, Macklemore la retourne contre le système. Quand il s'énerve à l'idée de dépenser cinquante dollars pour un t-shirt que six autres portent dans la même salle, on sent une vraie colère sous le flow enjoué. "Thrift Shop" ne se contente pas de raconter une sortie au fripier : il questionne ce que valent vraiment les choses, et qui décide de leur valeur. La réponse de Macklemore, elle tient dans un billet de vingt dollars froissé au fond d'une poche.