Stro Elliot - The Marquee lyrics

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Stro Elliot - The Marquee lyrics

Now tell me what's your rhyme and reason for being famous Darling Within your mind a dream of what your name is Is it haunting Left to despise it if we do not recognize it You see how d**h disguise it See the lie that left the sky lit It's that marquee now ad a t and make it able Cuz Cain is every citizen now who needs a label When fame is in a social app That social crack got us locked up in a choke hold No ones knows so no one taps Except that trumpet in the back When you jumping in the sac Searching for that something in the act Finding nothing but the fame that left you With the men you entertained Saying this is where that brain will get you Straightjacket fighting to escape yourself Feeling like the world trying to make you hate yourself Instead of blaming yourself you go and act invincible Instead of taming yourself you go and trash your principles Now you at the head with an s cla** Listening to artists you work harder to dress as Listen to your conscious in the dark if you're left that Before your man leaves with no part in the next act Act act it's all they ever do It's all they ever want It's all they ever knew The marquee You never see who's in front of you Feathers of the flock Just some letters in a box They tell you follow your heart but it's hollow and dark Shallow eyes revealing nothing but those borrowed remarks From the hours you watched women fighting with women Throwing rights without a clue to how those rights were given Famous for nothing aimlessly fronting now ain't it something We ignore the nameless in their pain and suffering Exchanging our awareness of our world for these blurry answers What did you do that people worship did you cure cancer What have you done that they're so grateful you are at their table Add a Marquee to that and maybe they'll become enabled You see the fame's a vapor made her a mist of false character A sickness tossed to amateurs that no one really cares to cure So here's to her you sip the goose and fit the noose Hanging on her every word it's hard to chew but chip a tooth See I lit the truth and now it's burning up your guest list Hurting when you V.I.P. you seeing where her breast is In the mouth of you guessed it the pubescent Who never left their adolescence While they mother them I ask them Will love out last them Or are we always searching for that new cover of Maxim Life pa**es don't always land on the weekend Go right past them leave them stranded with no reason You might be laughing because I'm just a man speaking Yeah you know how to trap them but yo you can't keep them It's an act Act act it's all they ever do It's all they ever want It's all they ever knew The marquee You never see who's in front of you Feathers of the flock Just some letters in a box The marquee