Mayday - Marlowe

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

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

A mountain that walks like a man

The biggest mug I ever saw

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

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

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

One here, made them do my bidding

And with their help I carved out an underground empire

A note of madness, and then—