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letra de cool grey 11s - marlon craft

[verse]
in the end you think a lot ‘bout the beginning
so i’m pondering my youth but i’m not about to give in
if youth’s wasted on the young, i’m wondering like yo is life wasted on the living?
cause i been wasted in the living room a lot
have a voice and a platform to clap for ‘em
it doesn’t mean i’ll get to move the plot
i’d like to think i’ll get to do a lot
we behind the eight-ball but we don’t get the cues a lot
that existential dread make me hit the snooze a lot
i write the best in bed past 4 in the a.m
i’m ‘bout more than i’m sayin, i swear
nowadays they got more just to say ‘bout my hair
can’t deny that aesthetics was my biggest barrier
we always look before we hear
white people of this planet always took before we feared
then we fabricate more reasons to be shook and to be scared but it’s just the damage that this planet took cause we won’t share
can we just repair?
humans did this, we can undo it
but i don’t really think that we want to
and the clock winding down and to be honest it’d be tough to
before this sh-t is uninhabitable but we must do it
“it” bein “try,” but it seem to us, music is a symphony of lies
i see the rush ruins as i sit with the child inside, i can’t deny his pride
and i don’t want to, it’s just the challenge to self-actualize amongst the consumin’
what the f-ck’s brewin’?
wake up and smell the coffee and the drugs and l-st oozin’
country of compulsion in a world of illusion
but i gotta love it, it’s the place i done grew in
the place that love grew in
haste we gotta move with ain’t the pace i’m pursuin’
so i’m entering adulthood with a lot of confusion
[chorus]
all i wanted was some cool grey 11s
need that padded leather for the weather change
now i got them sh-ts before they came out
but i look outside and the weather’s rain
all i wanted was some cool grey 11s
since i was seven
but once i get ‘em will they be too big to step in?
i don’t know and i don’t know and i won’t know
the race is rigged, i’m facing in some mo
the place we give’s the place we get to go
we chase the end, that day’s eventual
obtaining bliss begins with lettin’ go
the patience, sin, the hastiness and woe
we takin kids to graves for inches, bro
and all of this beginning in the middle of an ending
got me sittin’ in the kitchen full of smoke
woah

(what can i do?)

all i wanted was some cool grey 11s
need that padded leather for the weather change
now i got them sh-ts before they came out
but i look outside and the weather’s rain
all i wanted was some cool grey 11s
since i was seven
but once i get ‘em will they be too big to step in?
i don’t know and i don’t know and i won’t know
the race is rigged, i’m facing in some mo
the place we give’s the place we get to go
we chase the end, that day’s eventual
obtaining bliss begins with lettin’ go
the patience, sin, the hastiness and woe
we takin’ kids to graves for inches, bro
and all of this beginning in the middle of an ending
got me sittin’ in the kitchen full of smoke
woah
(narrator)
good news, people
there may be hope for our boy yet
you see, sometimes the questions are the answers
sometimes the answers are questions themselves
sometimes it ain’t what, it’s just how
to our man mr. craft fighting on
i guess all we can do is play you a song

- marlon craft

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