Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Basement, artist - Marlowe. Date of issue: 19.06.2018
Song language: English
The Basement |
| It’s not the drink, man |
| You keep your nerves steady |
| This place ain’t like it used to be |
| How did you get here? |
| What is this place? |
| Call a doctor, call a proctor |
| Call a father, call who’s listening |
| I’m the problem, start the drama |
| Where’s my conscience? |
| Not with this again |
| You Marlowe? |
| Yeah |
| Call a doctor, call a proctor |
| Call your mama, call who’s listenin' |
| I’m the problem, I’m the drama |
| Where’s my conscience? |
| Not with this again |
| Now I started this and I’ll finish it |
| I brandish this for remembrance |
| When I wore the pic with the Power Fist |
| Put some hours in, made you bow to this |
| Got a lot on my lid, been trying to let off the steam |
| Bring you into the scene, bust a hole through the screen |
| All the rough I’ve been through, just to land in the green |
| Got a plethora of things to help me cope when I need |
| I try not to get chewed, couple holes in the teeth |
| Won’t wait for you, but time waits for me |
| Meant nothing to you, my dimes made you see |
| Flew the country to groove and brought it back to the sea |
| Causing problems, far from conscious |
| Not imposter, I’m my father |
| Man, some images can’t be doctored |
| Man, I’m checking off the same old boxes |
| Causing problems, far from conscious |
| Not imposter, I’m my father |
| Man, some images can’t be doctored |
| Man, you miss it, you’ll never get to cop it again |
| And she’ll never want me again |
| She’ll never want me a— |
| It’s true, it’s all true |
| Call your partner, call me proper |
| I’m the one that makes sure we’ll prosper |
| Many faces never gained no Oscar |
| Cool 'cause the deal made dough, no launder |
| Gotta be way too chill for the drama |
| Even made promises I know I’d never honor |
| I believe strange things, go and get some superstition |
| Orange is the new Brigham, treat that like a new religion |
| Hit 'em with some different pitches, they just keep mood-shifting |
| When the plot get thicker, I come in with lacquer thinner |
| Used to dream of having spinners, solemn be not chipper |
| I don’t play fence-sitter, sipping made my brain bigger |
| All the changes, far from stainless |
| Call me hating but don’t call me faithless |
| I’ve been spacing, I might call you wasted |
| Talk my language, maybe solve my anguish |
| Calm in places got no common spaces |
| Call it off, another fall from greatness |
| Time you wasted, I stole all my bases |
| One more, then it’s back to the basement |
| Causing problems, far from conscious |
| Not imposter, I’m my father |
| Man, some images can’t be doctored |
| Man, I’m checking off the same old boxes |
| Causing problems, far from conscious |
| Not imposter, I’m my father |
| Man, some images can’t be doctored |
| Man, you miss it, you’ll never get to cop it again |
| And she’ll never want me again |
| She’ll never want me— |
| All the changes, far from stainless |
| Call me hating but don’t call me faithless |
| I’ve been spacing, I might call you wasted |
| Talk my language, maybe solve my anguish |
| Calm in places got no common spaces |
| Call it off, another fall from greatness |
| Time you wasted, I stole all my bases |
| One more, then it’s back to the basement |
| Everybody was closing in on me, I didn’t know which way to turn |
| Provided you get me a warm dressing jacket right away |
| Slippers, too, I’m freezing |
| Follow me, there’s a fire inside |