Song | Same Love |
Artist | Macklemore & Ryan Lewis |
Artist | Mary Lambert |
Album | Grandmix 2013 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
When I was in the third grade | |
I thought that I was gay | |
Cause I could draw, and my uncle was,and I kept my room straight | |
I told my mom tears rushing down my face | |
She’s like “Ben you've loved girls since before pre-k shrimp” | |
Trippin’, yeah, I guess she had a point, didn’t she? | |
Bunch of stereotypes all in my head. | |
I remember doing the math like,“yea | |
I’m good at little league” | |
A preconceived idea of what it all meant For those that liked the same sex | |
Had the characteristics | |
The right wing conservatives think it’s a decision | |
And you can be cured with some treatment | |
and religion Man made rewiring of a predisposition Playing god, | |
aw nah here we go America the brave still fears what we don’t know | |
And god loves all his children, is somehow forgotten | |
But we paraphrase a book written thirty-five-hundred years ago | |
I don’t know | |
And I can’t change | |
Even if I tried | |
Even if I wanted to | |
I can't change | |
Even if I try | |
Even if I wanted to | |
My love My love My love | |
She keeps me warm | |
She keeps me warm | |
She keeps me warm | |
She keeps me warm | |
If I was gay, | |
I would think hip-hop hates me | |
Have you read the YouTube comments lately | |
"Man, that’s gay" gets dropped on the daily | |
We become so numb to what we’re saying | |
A culture founded from oppression | |
Yet we don’t have acceptance for | |
‘em Call each other faggots behind the keys of a message board | |
A word rooted in hate, | |
yet our genre still ignores it Gay is synonymous with the lesser | |
It’s the same hate that’s caused wars from religion | |
Gender to skin color, the complexion of your pigment | |
The same fight that led people to walk outs and sit ins | |
and be yourself | |
When I was at church | |
they taught me something else | |
If you preach hate at the service | |
those words aren ’t anointed | |
That holy water that you soak in has been poisoned | |
When everyone else is more comfortable remaining voiceless | |
Rather than fighting for humans | |
that have had their rights stolen | |
I might not be the same, | |
but that’s not important | |
No freedom till we’re equal, | |
damn right I support it | |
And I can’t change | |
Even if I tried | |
Even if I wanted to | |
My love My love My love | |
She keeps me warm | |
She keeps me warm | |
She keeps me warm | |
She keeps me warm | |
We press play, | |
don’t press pause | |
Progress, march on | |
With the veil over our eyes | |
We turn our back on the cause Till the day | |
that my uncles can be united by law | |
When kids are walking ‘round the hallway | |
plagued by pain in their heart | |
A world so hateful | |
some would rather die than be who they are | |
And a certificate on paper | |
isn’t gonna solve it all | |
But it’s a damn good place to start | |
No law is gonna change us | |
We have to change us | |
Whatever god we believe in | |
We come from the same one | |
Strip away the fear | |
Underneath it’s all the same love | |
About time that we raised up | |
And I can’t change | |
Even if I tried | |
Even if I wanted to | |
I can't change | |
Even if I try | |
Even if I wanted to | |
My love My love My love | |
She keeps me warm | |
She keeps me warm | |
She keeps me warm | |
She keeps me warm | |
Love is patient | |
Love is kind | |
Love is patient | |
Love is kind (I‘m not crying on Sundays) | |
Love is patient (I‘m not crying on Sundays) | |
Love is kind (I‘m not crying on Sundays) | |
Love is patient (I‘m not crying on Sundays) | |
Love is kind (I‘m not crying on Sundays) | |
Love is patient (I‘m not crying on Sundays) | |
Love is kind (I‘ m not crying on Sundays) | |
Love is patient Love is kind |
When I was in the third grade | |
I thought that I was gay | |
Cause I could draw, and my uncle was, and I kept my room straight | |
I told my mom tears rushing down my face | |
She' s like " Ben you' ve loved girls since before prek shrimp" | |
Trippin', yeah, I guess she had a point, didn' t she? | |
Bunch of stereotypes all in my head. | |
I remember doing the math like," yea | |
I' m good at little league" | |
A preconceived idea of what it all meant For those that liked the same sex | |
Had the characteristics | |
The right wing conservatives think it' s a decision | |
And you can be cured with some treatment | |
and religion Man made rewiring of a predisposition Playing god, | |
aw nah here we go America the brave still fears what we don' t know | |
And god loves all his children, is somehow forgotten | |
But we paraphrase a book written thirtyfivehundred years ago | |
I don' t know | |
And I can' t change | |
Even if I tried | |
Even if I wanted to | |
I can' t change | |
Even if I try | |
Even if I wanted to | |
My love My love My love | |
She keeps me warm | |
She keeps me warm | |
She keeps me warm | |
She keeps me warm | |
If I was gay, | |
I would think hiphop hates me | |
Have you read the YouTube comments lately | |
" Man, that' s gay" gets dropped on the daily | |
We become so numb to what we' re saying | |
A culture founded from oppression | |
Yet we don' t have acceptance for | |
' em Call each other faggots behind the keys of a message board | |
A word rooted in hate, | |
yet our genre still ignores it Gay is synonymous with the lesser | |
It' s the same hate that' s caused wars from religion | |
Gender to skin color, the complexion of your pigment | |
The same fight that led people to walk outs and sit ins | |
and be yourself | |
When I was at church | |
they taught me something else | |
If you preach hate at the service | |
those words aren ' t anointed | |
That holy water that you soak in has been poisoned | |
When everyone else is more comfortable remaining voiceless | |
Rather than fighting for humans | |
that have had their rights stolen | |
I might not be the same, | |
but that' s not important | |
No freedom till we' re equal, | |
damn right I support it | |
And I can' t change | |
Even if I tried | |
Even if I wanted to | |
My love My love My love | |
She keeps me warm | |
She keeps me warm | |
She keeps me warm | |
She keeps me warm | |
We press play, | |
don' t press pause | |
Progress, march on | |
With the veil over our eyes | |
We turn our back on the cause Till the day | |
that my uncles can be united by law | |
When kids are walking ' round the hallway | |
plagued by pain in their heart | |
A world so hateful | |
some would rather die than be who they are | |
And a certificate on paper | |
isn' t gonna solve it all | |
But it' s a damn good place to start | |
No law is gonna change us | |
We have to change us | |
Whatever god we believe in | |
We come from the same one | |
Strip away the fear | |
Underneath it' s all the same love | |
About time that we raised up | |
And I can' t change | |
Even if I tried | |
Even if I wanted to | |
I can' t change | |
Even if I try | |
Even if I wanted to | |
My love My love My love | |
She keeps me warm | |
She keeps me warm | |
She keeps me warm | |
She keeps me warm | |
Love is patient | |
Love is kind | |
Love is patient | |
Love is kind I' m not crying on Sundays | |
Love is patient I' m not crying on Sundays | |
Love is kind I' m not crying on Sundays | |
Love is patient I' m not crying on Sundays | |
Love is kind I' m not crying on Sundays | |
Love is patient I' m not crying on Sundays | |
Love is kind I' m not crying on Sundays | |
Love is patient Love is kind |
When I was in the third grade | |
I thought that I was gay | |
Cause I could draw, and my uncle was, and I kept my room straight | |
I told my mom tears rushing down my face | |
She' s like " Ben you' ve loved girls since before prek shrimp" | |
Trippin', yeah, I guess she had a point, didn' t she? | |
Bunch of stereotypes all in my head. | |
I remember doing the math like," yea | |
I' m good at little league" | |
A preconceived idea of what it all meant For those that liked the same sex | |
Had the characteristics | |
The right wing conservatives think it' s a decision | |
And you can be cured with some treatment | |
and religion Man made rewiring of a predisposition Playing god, | |
aw nah here we go America the brave still fears what we don' t know | |
And god loves all his children, is somehow forgotten | |
But we paraphrase a book written thirtyfivehundred years ago | |
I don' t know | |
And I can' t change | |
Even if I tried | |
Even if I wanted to | |
I can' t change | |
Even if I try | |
Even if I wanted to | |
My love My love My love | |
She keeps me warm | |
She keeps me warm | |
She keeps me warm | |
She keeps me warm | |
If I was gay, | |
I would think hiphop hates me | |
Have you read the YouTube comments lately | |
" Man, that' s gay" gets dropped on the daily | |
We become so numb to what we' re saying | |
A culture founded from oppression | |
Yet we don' t have acceptance for | |
' em Call each other faggots behind the keys of a message board | |
A word rooted in hate, | |
yet our genre still ignores it Gay is synonymous with the lesser | |
It' s the same hate that' s caused wars from religion | |
Gender to skin color, the complexion of your pigment | |
The same fight that led people to walk outs and sit ins | |
and be yourself | |
When I was at church | |
they taught me something else | |
If you preach hate at the service | |
those words aren ' t anointed | |
That holy water that you soak in has been poisoned | |
When everyone else is more comfortable remaining voiceless | |
Rather than fighting for humans | |
that have had their rights stolen | |
I might not be the same, | |
but that' s not important | |
No freedom till we' re equal, | |
damn right I support it | |
And I can' t change | |
Even if I tried | |
Even if I wanted to | |
My love My love My love | |
She keeps me warm | |
She keeps me warm | |
She keeps me warm | |
She keeps me warm | |
We press play, | |
don' t press pause | |
Progress, march on | |
With the veil over our eyes | |
We turn our back on the cause Till the day | |
that my uncles can be united by law | |
When kids are walking ' round the hallway | |
plagued by pain in their heart | |
A world so hateful | |
some would rather die than be who they are | |
And a certificate on paper | |
isn' t gonna solve it all | |
But it' s a damn good place to start | |
No law is gonna change us | |
We have to change us | |
Whatever god we believe in | |
We come from the same one | |
Strip away the fear | |
Underneath it' s all the same love | |
About time that we raised up | |
And I can' t change | |
Even if I tried | |
Even if I wanted to | |
I can' t change | |
Even if I try | |
Even if I wanted to | |
My love My love My love | |
She keeps me warm | |
She keeps me warm | |
She keeps me warm | |
She keeps me warm | |
Love is patient | |
Love is kind | |
Love is patient | |
Love is kind I' m not crying on Sundays | |
Love is patient I' m not crying on Sundays | |
Love is kind I' m not crying on Sundays | |
Love is patient I' m not crying on Sundays | |
Love is kind I' m not crying on Sundays | |
Love is patient I' m not crying on Sundays | |
Love is kind I' m not crying on Sundays | |
Love is patient Love is kind |