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tell me today - marlon craft lyrics

[verse 1]
yeah, this that findin’ summer in the wintertime
this that mother callin’ you for dinnertime
this that blowup argument in your apartment with your family that almost come to blows but it finish fine
this that lot of sh*t was better in the simple times
but you came a long way to be distressed
hate to be depressed, love to be alive
i’m tryna put my old soul to rest and let the child grow
i know they slowed it down, it’s over now, yeah
the pain was then, the hope is now, yeah
the poster*child for growth and jokes about how folks’ noses face the sky is tasting my aromas now, homie
i never fit into the crowd, now they make crowds for me
if i get too c*cky, sprinkle lil’ doubt for me
but there’s a lotta weight in a single pound so if you come, don’t come around phony

[chorus]
and i don’t got no time for tomorrow
got no blindness to borrow, listen, don’t you do no frontin’ for me
left the disguises and sorrow, f*ck a prize or a follow, listen, that ain’t a discussion to me
i think the bad kind of good too
sometimes my sad is a good mood
but when i’m down, down, down, you the one i look to
(so if you love me please tell me today, yeah)
don’t wait for the right time
(i don’t know how long i can wait, yeah)
ain’t a lotta hearts like mine
(so if you love me please tell me today, yeah)
yeah
don’t wait wit’ your b*tch ass
[verse 2]
as temptations shallow, soliloquies deepen
and i’m finna be peakin’
you know, critically speakin’
and i vow to keep it cordial with the rappers that i burnt, that’s umbilically speaking
they could all get cut though so i wouldn’t try yours cause we don’t all get luck though
artilleries deepen but once it was just jaws get snuffed
and ain’t no fair ones in america, anyway, son, we all get f*cked
if you lucky then it’s only your mind
don’t get me wrong, the spoils is plentiful
but for oil and revenue, warriors and generals
toil for men who do bidding for men who do bidding for men who do sitting atop of these corporate investment groups
who love when you log in and believe everything that you read written with misled pencils
convention be accept degree credentials
be how much oppression we can sustain for gain
in the turmoil turn to empathy
but who am i? i’m just lil’ old rapper me
i was the young king of the “well, actually”
well actually, sh*t, still that is me
i had a head start so don’t you feel bad for me
depressed long before eighteen
so what am i to do now that sad’s gone mainstream?
i guess that i’ll just mack wit a brew and let the sun hit my face through the glass in my room

- marlon craft lyrics

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