Scrawny & Madilyn Mei - Six Legs (tippy tappy toes) [Official Lyric Video]

Listen on Spotify/Apple Music (etc.): https://fanlink.to/sixlegs T-shirt! https://www.hellomerch.com/collection... written by scrawny & madilyn mei produced & mixed by scrawny video by scrawny artwork by scrawny & madilyn mei mastered by joe hutchinson Follow Scrawny:   / scrawnymusic​     / scrawnymusic​     / scrawnymusic     / scrawnymusic   https://www.scrawnyofficial.com/ Follow Madilyn Mei: http://www.madilynmei.com   / madilynmei     / madilynmei   Other links: https://linktr.ee/madilynmei Lyrics: Six legs, tippy tappy toes Climbing to the podium on Sunday Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory That itches my brain Struck a nerve That’s absurd I remember when I felt my house was made of sandpaper That's enough living rough for a lifetime Looking back for a pass Take it from me I’ve lost my mind Six legs, tippy tappy toes Climbing to the podium on Sunday Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory That itches my brain Six legs, tippy tappy toes Climbing to the podium on Sunday Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory That itches my brain Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory That itches my brain Let me lay it down for you It seems so simple I’m happy that I’m just under six feet, not six feet under Where are your hands? No wonder Take it from me I’ve lost my mind Take it from me I’ve lost my mind Six legs, tippy tappy toes Climbing to the podium on Sunday Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory That itches my brain Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory That itches my brain I feel stuck in a memory Scratching my itch, who would I be? I feel stuck in a memory Scratching my itch, who would I be? Six legs, running down the stairs None of them prepared for what they might see Now there’s another face, another name to sing I hope they’re happy Six legs, tippy tappy toes Climbing to the podium on Sunday Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory That itches my brain Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory That itches my brain Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory That itches my brain