Cup Runneth Over

[Chorus]
It's all downhill, no stick stuck in the wheel
I started on a solid rock with nothing to build
But I collected what was spilled, from the heavens
Now my cup runneth over and my puddle is filled
(x2)

[Verse 1]
I make this sophisticated sequel like pigs
I use curse words yet I appeal to kids
'Cause nothin' to them has felt as real as this
I been given a chance to invent the wheel again
"Where've I been?", workin' in the lab
"And where'm I goin' now that I'm done?"
Disneyland, or Trinidad
When I get my big advance
I'll travel the world and no longеr be a simple man
I don't got what you need
I got what's unique
Two opеra seats to watch me walk on your dreams
When you're not conscious. How dare you question debt?
I'm a leatherneck of hip-hop call me Letterhead
It's more than just the name of the title song
It's a dialog between me and my writer's block
I like the off-center concepts a lot better
So I can never go pop set my rock records

[Chorus]
It's all downhill, no stick stuck in the wheel
I started on a solid rock with nothing to build
But I collected what was spilled, from the heavens
Now my cup runneth over and my puddle is filled
(x2)

[Verse 2]
I sit in this basement with hopes and wishes
To make it to your local listening station
When I'm wrackin' my skull and gettin' creative
It becomes an un-kosher business relationship
If you don't wanna hear me work my job, turn it off
I don't give a fuck, I still get workman's comp
My set up isn't ergonomic, but it's worth the loss
If I can turn a profit 'til the curtain drops
And when others make it, I get frustrated
And hate, smile, and congratulate
But I'm fakin', Macklemore blames the ego
I blame my own un-amazement
Like I'm the only one that's underrated
But don't see it like you understand
What bein' couped in a lab can do to a man
I'm hittin' my target though with this crew that I have
This is ours down to the simplistic part

[Final Chorus]
It's all downhill, no stick stuck in the wheel
I started on a solid rock with nothin' to build
But I collected what had spilled, from the wreckage
Now my cup runneth over and my puddle is filled (x2)