Album: This Unruly Mess I've Made (2015)
Charted: 13 12
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  • I went to the Moped store, said fuck it
    Salesman's like what up, what's your budget?
    And I'm like honestly, I don't know nothing about Mopeds
    He said I got the one for you, follow me
    Ooh, it's too real
    Chromed out mirror, I don't need a windshield
    Banana seat, a canopy on two wheels
    Eight hundred cash, that's a hell of a deal

    I'm headed downtown, cruising through the alley
    Tip-toeing in the street like Dally
    Pulled up, moped to the valley
    Whitewalls on the wheels like mayonnaise
    Dope, my crew is ill, and all we need is two good wheels
    Got gas in the tank, cash in the bank
    And a bad little mama with her ass in my face
    I'mma lick that, stick that, break her off, Kit-Kat
    Snuck her in backstage, you don't need a wristband
    Dope

    Killing the game, 'bout to catch a body
    Passed the Harley, Dukie on the Ducati
    Timbaland, Khaled, Scott Storch, Birdman
    God damn, man, everybody got Bugattis
    But I'ma keep it hella nineteen eighty seven
    Head into the dealership and drop a stack and cop a Kawasaki
    I'm stunting on everybody, hella raw, pass the Wasabi
    I'm so low that my scrotum's almost dragging up on the concrete
    My seat is leather, alright, I'm lying, it's pleather
    But girl, we could still ride together
    You don't need a Uber, you don't need a cab
    Fuck a bus pass, you got a Moped man
    She got nineteen eighty eight Mariah Carey hair
    Very rare, mom jeans on her derriere
    Throwing up the West Side as we tear in the air
    Stop by Pike Place, throwing fish to a player

    Downtown, downtown (downtown)
    Downtown, downtown (downtown)
    She has her arms around your waist
    With a balance that will keep her safe
    (Downtown)
    Have you ever felt the warm embrace
    (Downtown)
    Of the leather seat between your legs
    (Hey-ey-ey-ey, hey-ey-ey-ey)
    (Hey-ey-ey-ey, hey-ey-ey-ey)
    Downtown
    You don't want no beef, boy
    Know I run the streets, boy
    Better follow me towards
    Downtown
    What you see is what you get girl
    Don't ever forget girl
    Ain't seen nothing yet until you're
    Downtown

    Dope
    Cut the bullshit
    Get off my mullet
    Stone washed, so raw
    Moped like a bullet
    You can't catch me
    A po-po can't reprimand me
    I'm in a B-Boy stance, I'm not dancing
    I got your girl on the back going tandem
    'Cause I'm too damn quick, I'm too damn slick
    Whole downtown yelling out who that is?

    It's me, the M, the A-C, the K
    Sounding like a French pimp from back in the day
    I take her to Pend Oreille and I watch her skate
    I mean, water ski, ollie ollie oxen free
    I'm perusing down fourth and they watching me
    I do a handstand, the eagle lands on my seat
    Well hello, but baby, the kickstand ain't free
    Now do you or do you not wanna ride with me
    I got one girl, I got two wheels
    She a big girl, that ain't a big deal
    I like a big girl, I like 'em sassy
    Going down the backstreet listening to Blackstreet
    Running around the whole town
    Neighbors yelling at me like, you need to slow down
    Going thirty-eight, Dan, chill the fuck out
    Mow your damn lawn and sit the hell down
    If I only had one helmet I would give it to you, give it to you
    Cruising down Broadway, girl, what a wonderful view, wonderful view
    There's layers to this shit player, tiramisu, tiramisu
    Let my coat-tail drag but I ain't tearing my suit, tearing my suit

    Downtown, downtown (downtown)
    Downtown, downtown
    She has her arms around your waist
    With a balance that will keep her safe
    Have you ever felt the warm embrace
    Of the leather seat between your legs
    Downtown
    You don't want no beef, boy
    Know I run the streets, boy
    Better follow me towards
    Downtown
    What you see is what you get girl
    Don't ever forget girl
    Ain't seen nothing yet until you're
    Downtown

    You don't want no beef, boy
    Know I run the streets, boy
    Better follow me towards
    Downtown
    What you see is what you get girl
    Don't ever forget girl
    Ain't seen nothing yet until you're
    Downtown Writer/s: BEN HAGGERTY, DARIAN ASPLUND, ERIC NALLY, EVAN FLORY-BARNES, JACOB DUTTON, JOSHUA KARP, JOSHUA RAWLINGS, RYAN LEWIS, TIM HAGGERTY
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 1

  • Ben Bitten from SlcI just looked at the numbers and Downtown increased moped sales since being released. http://www.beenbitten.com/did-downtown-by-macklemore-increase-moped-and-scooter-sales/
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