My Oh My - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis/Macklemore/Ryan Lewis

I used to sit with my dad in the garage

That sawdust that pine sol and the moss

Around every spring when the winter thaw

We'd huddle around the radio

Twist the broken knob

710 AM no KJR Dave Niehaus voice

Would echo throughout the yard

Couldn't have been older than 10

But to me and my friends

The voice on the other end

Might as well have been God's

1995 the division series

Edgars up to bat

Bottom of the 11th inning got the whole town listening

Swung on and belted the words that started

Joey Cora rounds third

Here comes Griffey the throw to

The plate's not in time

My oh my the Mariners win it

Yes fire works they lit up ceiling in the king dome

We had just made history

And swung

Lined down the left field line for a base hit

Here comes Joey

Here comes Junior to third base

They're gonna wave him in

The throw to the plate will be'

Late The Mariners are going to play for

The American League Championship

I don't believe it It just continues

MY OH MY

Laces woven barley holdin' that stitch

The creases are time

Amongst the grime and the grit

Where the leather he used to pound his fists

To some it's just a mitt

But see that glove was him

Yep tell me stories on the field

With that sun stained brim

Blood under my chin

He taught me how to spit

Sunflower seeds back when me

And my crew sun burnt arms

Big league chew yeah

We were like the sand lot after dinner

After practice we listen to the M's in the kitchen

And if mom wasn't trippin' come on dad

Please I swear just one more inning

Voice went pump pump

Through the system break out the Rye bread

It's grand salami time

My oh My another victory yes my city my city

Childhood my life watchin' Griffey

Right under those lights

Under that light rain gleaming

In that night came can't stop now

Keep moving no break pads

Came here to prove a point

Live my life on the field

Make history in between the base path

And compete against the fear

That is in me that's my only barrier

And I swear I'm going to break that

From the mud the cleats

That we ** threw the feet

This is that moment

And you cannot take it back

I don't really collect cards anymore

Just a box and some old card board

Memories embedded in the dust

In the fighters that age just like us

Livin' some where off in the drawer

This is what you make of it

Yeah we play to win

Live it like we're under

The lights of the stadium fight

Until the day that God decided to wave us in

Right until he waves us in

It's my city my city childhood

My life that's right right under those lights

My city my city childhood

That's right Niehaus

My oh My come on

My city my city childhood my life

That's right under those lights

It's my city my city childhood

My life Niehaus

My oh My Rest in peace