Tall Tales - Marlowe

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

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

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

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

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