Macklemore & Ryan Lewis, un dúo que ha dejado una huella imborrable en la industria musical, está compuesto por el rapero Macklemore (cuyo nombre real es Ben Haggerty) y el productor Ryan Lewis. La historia de cómo se unieron es tan fascinante como su música.
Ben Haggerty nació el 19 de junio de 1983 en Seattle, Washington. Desde joven, mostró un profundo interés por la música y la cultura hip-hop. A la edad de seis años, comenzó a escribir letras, y a los 15, ya estaba involucrado en el rap. Haggerty adoptó el nombre artístico de "Macklemore" mientras estudiaba en la Garfield High School. Continuó su amor por la música en la Universidad Estatal de Evergreen, donde se enfocó en educación musical.
Ryan Lewis nació el 25 de marzo de 1988, también en el estado de Washington. Su inclinación por la música y la tecnología lo llevó a la producción musical desde joven. Lewis se graduó de la Roosevelt High School en Seattle y asistió a la Universidad de Washington, donde siguió perfeccionando sus habilidades como productor y DJ.
El destino los unió en 2006 cuando Ryan Lewis fue contratado para realizar fotografías promocionales para Macklemore. Sin embargo, no fue hasta 2008 cuando empezaron a trabajar juntos de lleno. La química entre ellos fue inmediata; compartían un entendimiento profundo sobre la música y una visión similar
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No bad days, yeah
I think that I'm lucky, I don't got it made
Everything I got could fit inside a suitcase, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, you ain't on my road trip and
It's kind of funny, people throwing shade
I'm just doing me, I don't got no bad days, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, yeah, we off that bullshit
Top back, '85, that's the way we like to drive
Doing donuts all the neighbors know us, yeah, we outside
Look alive, the freaks of the city, they come out at night
Fuck a line, Fab Five Freddy, 1989
Time to show off
I'm so Warhol
So sophisticated
Life is bitching, baby
Velvet rope, I'm ducking
Looking regal when I come in
And the peacoat, it's so London
I'll be leaving with a duchess, ah
New city, fuck it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Here for one night, stay a month (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Spent my whole life on a bus (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Show time, run it up
Nobody want to say: Goodbye
We just want to stay up, that's right
Don't got to say: Goodnight
If you never wake up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I think that I'm lucky, I don't got it made
Everything I got could fit inside a suitcase, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, you ain't on my road trip and
It's kind of funny, people throwing shade
I'm just doing me, I don't got no bad days, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, yeah, we off that bullshit
Truck stop, gas station, always up to something
Highway 99 and we getting money
Desk job, cubical, nah, it wasn't for me
Rather crash and burn, go hella hard and live to tell my story
Bon fires
Running around the woods, you know we pulling all nighters
And I'm a dreamer with my people, bunch of songwriters
oh, yeah, we up now, Sun down
Karaoke singing oldies out at some lounge
Nobody want to say: Goodbye
We just want to stay up, that's right
Don't got to say: Goodnight
If you never wake up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I think that I'm lucky, I don't got it made
Everything I got could fit inside a suitcase, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, you ain't on my road trip and
It's kind of funny, people throwing shade
I'm just doing me, I don't got no bad days, yeah
They could try to make me quit, yeah
Stay in your lane, yeah, we off that bullshit
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