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Marlowe – Tall Tales lyrics
[Chorus: Solemn Brigham]
Trouble smells, hell sells
I'm just trying to make it to the fame like Bell
There is no other fire-eater who can a-do this-a trick
Trouble smells, hell sells
I'm just trying to make it to the fame like Bell
Young man, watch the acrobats, notice how they walk the tightrope
Trouble smells, hell sells
I'm just trying to make it to the fame like Bell
Trappers get slain, rappers tell tall tales
Do the math again, claim that the name won't sell
[Verse: Solemn Brigham]
I never needed surgery, but see these nerves put me here in this infirmary
And kind words have a funny way of irkin' me
I ain't never played Urkel
Live with my virtues, make this game deserve you
It's good if it hurts, state of mind black and purple
These dark shades make dark days much less hurtful
And my odd ways made daybreak the new curfew
In my arcade where all fate is headbutted by the hard way
Gold stars, bricks, coins, ballers, and ball chains
Hit the throttle, they say tomorrow it could all change
But 90 out of 10 you'll wake up in the same damn makeup in the same bed
Tryna hit the brakes, in a race with the braindead
The life I've tasted, tell you what its laced with
Vacant faces, started from the bottom of the basement
Now we at the bottom, now we at the bottom of the
[Pre-Chorus: Solemn Brigham]
Problem is the time that I'm spending
Clockin' every dime that I'm spending
I don't think my mind'll forgive it
Problem is the time that I'm spending
Clockin' every dime, clockin' every dime
Problem is the time
[Chorus: Solemn Brigham]
Trouble smells, hell sells
I'm just trying to make it to the fame like Bell
Trouble smells, hell sells
I'm just trying to make it to the fame like Bell
Trouble smells, hell sells
I'm just trying to make it to the fame like Bell
Trappers get slain, rappers tell tall tales
Do the math again, claim that the name won't sell
[Outro: Samples]
Kool-Aid, get your Kool-Aid
I just cut my finger
Uh, this is Kool-Aid, you want First Aid, turn left
Step right up, okay okay, come on
Trouble smells, hell sells
I'm just trying to make it to the fame like Bell
There is no other fire-eater who can a-do this-a trick
Trouble smells, hell sells
I'm just trying to make it to the fame like Bell
Young man, watch the acrobats, notice how they walk the tightrope
Trouble smells, hell sells
I'm just trying to make it to the fame like Bell
Trappers get slain, rappers tell tall tales
Do the math again, claim that the name won't sell
[Verse: Solemn Brigham]
I never needed surgery, but see these nerves put me here in this infirmary
And kind words have a funny way of irkin' me
I ain't never played Urkel
Live with my virtues, make this game deserve you
It's good if it hurts, state of mind black and purple
These dark shades make dark days much less hurtful
And my odd ways made daybreak the new curfew
In my arcade where all fate is headbutted by the hard way
Gold stars, bricks, coins, ballers, and ball chains
Hit the throttle, they say tomorrow it could all change
But 90 out of 10 you'll wake up in the same damn makeup in the same bed
Tryna hit the brakes, in a race with the braindead
The life I've tasted, tell you what its laced with
Vacant faces, started from the bottom of the basement
Now we at the bottom, now we at the bottom of the
[Pre-Chorus: Solemn Brigham]
Problem is the time that I'm spending
Clockin' every dime that I'm spending
I don't think my mind'll forgive it
Problem is the time that I'm spending
Clockin' every dime, clockin' every dime
Problem is the time
[Chorus: Solemn Brigham]
Trouble smells, hell sells
I'm just trying to make it to the fame like Bell
Trouble smells, hell sells
I'm just trying to make it to the fame like Bell
Trouble smells, hell sells
I'm just trying to make it to the fame like Bell
Trappers get slain, rappers tell tall tales
Do the math again, claim that the name won't sell
[Outro: Samples]
Kool-Aid, get your Kool-Aid
I just cut my finger
Uh, this is Kool-Aid, you want First Aid, turn left
Step right up, okay okay, come on
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