Marlowe – Mayday lyrics

[Verse 1: Solemn Brigham]
Mayday for your heyday, I'm a headache, I'm a showcase
Made some digits with my mixer, put ignition with the propane
Fishing through my lyrics got you dishing like you know me
Made it out on proba', had no choice but to relocate
Now I'm back and fully loaded with my baggage overflowing
I'm so blackened Action Jackson, went heroic to a stoic
Tryna get promoted, I've been grinding for a minute
Scraping pennies, paid my penance, you can kindly mind your business
I just got committed, I just got admitted
Ain't got no time for sitting, is we done or is we finished?
Take a hit and say good riddance, I just keep them feelings hidden
Keep out of my keep, we play for keeps out in my village

[Chorus: Solemn Brigham]
Mayday for your heyday, I'm a headache, I'm a showcase
Made some digits with my mixer, put ignition with the propane
Mayday for your heyday, I'm a headache, I'm a showcase
Mayday for your heyday, I'm a headache, I'm a showcase

[Bridge: Sample]
A mountain that walks like a man
The biggest mug I ever saw

[Verse 2: Solemn Brigham]
Rain all in my heyday, all I do is lay waste
Own the game no co-pay, name ain't got no low case
I just got a pay raise, you can't say it don't phase
Working through the whole day, I don't clock out for no lunch break
I go knockout when I showcase, I was locked out got my key made
Then I came and left with no trace, you can't see me I'm too opaque
Playing with my pay again, you play with my emotions
Make my payment now I play to win you can't get me demoted/
Game ain't got no layaway, you can't get no leeway
Late tag on the freeway, keepsake for a cheapskate
Keep that streak on replay, get them records shipped like eBay
I'm a pro at what I create and my head will never deflate


[Chorus: Solemn Brigham]
Mayday for your heyday, I'm a headache, I'm a showcase
Made some digits with my mixer, put ignition with the propane
Mayday for your heyday, I'm a headache, I'm a showcase
Mayday for your heyday, I'm a headache, I'm a showcase

[Post-Chorus: Solemn Brigham]
Made it back whole from an all-time low
Blow smoke for the plug, that's my igna Marlowe
Don't nobody show love when the walls start close
Kick in my door, taking pics of my dough
If you can't roll, keep your fickle eyes closed
Please remain seated we about to start show, show, show

[Outro: Sample]
One here, made them do my bidding
And with their help I carved out an underground empire
A note of madness, and then—