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Madilyn Mei - Tho I'm A Tortoise (Official Music Video)

'The Bard' EP out now! LISTEN 👉 https://ffm.to/thebard Pre-save ALL my upcoming music!! https://madilynmei.lnk.to/presave http://www.madilynmei.com   / madilynmei     / madilynmei   Other links: http://linktr.ee/madilynmei Song Credits: Written & Performed by Madilyn Mei Produced & Mixed by ‪@ScrawnyMusic‬ Mastered by Joe Hutchinson Video Credits: Video by DreamBear Produced by Sebastián Escobar & Luisa González Direction & Design by Miguel Alberto Mazza Animation & Color by Amadeo Meza, Diego Rolle & Miguel Alberto Mazza Composition & VFX by Andrés Almasio Lyrics: My finger paints aren’t great But I still hang them on my fridge Reminds me of the fun I had Whenever I look at it No I am not Picasso or Da Vinci or who knows who Tho I am not the best by far I sure like what I do (Alright, guys! On your mark, get set-) Slow down take a nap, I’ll catch up to you Run laps around me but we’ll both burn out soon The finish line’s close and you’ve nothing to prove And tho I’m behind, I need a nap too Cause tho I’m a tortoise, I’ve nothing to prove Tho I’m a tortoise, I’ve nothing to prove Death is marching Death is marching Death is marching Death is marching A slap on the wrist A tomb made of stone A casket awaiting a nap (Oh, oh, oh) We all end up six feet below Bury me in my favorite hat The medals I've won from the races I’ve run On display back home with my cat We all end up six feet below So why should we care ‘bout all that? I run my mouth and I will ’til I’m old And things may not be as the forecaster told Guess they wanted me to show off what I do But I couldn’t care any less to show you Cause tho I’m a hare, I’ve got nothing to prove Tho I’m a hare, I’ve got nothing to prove Death is marching Death is marching Death is marching Death is marching Death is marching Death is marching Death is marching Death is marching Two cozy little caskets, cardboard boxes, earthy holes Can I hang our favorite pictures on the walls of moss and mold? (Death is marching, death is marching, death is marching- death is- death is marching- death is-) Death is marching steadfast toward us (Two cozy little caskets) It doesn't care if you're bronze, silver or gold (cardboard boxes, earthy holes) If I reach the end before you Will you lend your hand to hold? Will you lend your hand to hold? Slow down take a nap, I'll catch up to you Run laps around me but we’ll both burn out soon They’ll pit us against one another, it's true And tho we are different we’ve nothing to prove Tho I’m a tortoise, I’ve nothing to prove Tho you’re a hare, you’ve got nothing to prove Tho we are different, we’ve nothing to prove Oh tho I’m a tortoise, I’ve nothing to prove