BIG
Album: Little Taste
By: Deathrow Tull
By: Deathrow Tull
Duration
3:51
Genres
Description
You made it BIG looking shiny and Fancy. You made it BIG tryna make us feel small. You made it BIG but you can't keep us dancing. You made it BIG now you're begging to fall.
Lyrics
Maybe I bit off a bit more than I could chew, choking on the realness of the towels I threw. These castles made of sand, banks of sour doubloons. I wanna be a star just so I can shout at the moon. But back on solid ground, I'm a powerless fool. I traded in my pride for a mouth full of jewels, and my mirror mirror tells me not to doubt that I'm cool, the only voice echoing through my thousands of rooms. I thought I found the grail or the fountain of youth sprayin grey goose and patron and I lost count of the proof, but every sip I took was just a mouthfull of drool. Followin fools followin rules results in the most hollowest truths. Step up to the edge, keep them feet planted a panic, and what's dramatic is the balance between organic and magic. But the challenge is to manage how you stretch out your fabric. What's up my sleeve could weave a basket and we talking bout practice? Take your gadgets and your whose-it-what's-its, add em to your new instructions, who's a smooth eruption natural as turduckin. I'm buggin. You buckin' trends. I guess I digress. Yeshua oh yes you was with an S on thy chest. Justify or just a fuss. Suck em dry succubus. There's a million of you but only one of us. I mean that there's a million of me but only one air to breathe and who's around to hear it if we're not there to scream?
