Marlon Craft - Blizzard Barz lyrics
Marlon Craft [Marlon Sean Cirker] Manhattan, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Marlon Craft - Blizzard Barz lyrics]
It’s funny how I view a lot
Of dudes in the game
You might got the juice for now
But you Minute-Made
Watch your buzz grow for a year tops
And then it fades
So I ain’t really into fame
Guess you have them to blame
Say I can’t penetrate the market
Unless I’m in a lane logic is sound
But see I’m comin’ with a logical sound
So you can put away the boxes for now
I’m here to provide oxygen now to a game
In need of a breath of fresh air
Meetin’ me with a death stare
Scenery is a mess and I’m tryin’ to interject
So I’m askin’ "How do I get there?"
And every time I think I’m on my way
The steps increase like a fresh pair
So I’m climbin’ the stairs
Thinkin’ bout those childhood
Years when I was just tryna do anything
Hopin’ my idols would care
But now I leave all the judgment up
To the man in the mirror, yeah
Drinkin’ whiskey on my balcony
Look out and observe
See a world movin’ without a me
Thirstin’ for a taste but seen there
Ain’t a single spout for me
Ain’t askin’ you to pout for me
Just please withhold your doubt for me
I’m here to stay
Don’t you ever think I’m visitin’
I been a lot of shit
But almost never been indifferent
The dividends are fleeting but the
Love is so consistent
I was struck by Cupid with a backwards-fitted
And a mic, some headphones, shit
What an image got a little older
Was time to make some decisions
Visions plus ambitions that equals
A damn mission
Man, listen, you ain’t stoppin’ this
Kid from Hell’s Kitchen, for real
Of dudes in the game
You might got the juice for now
But you Minute-Made
Watch your buzz grow for a year tops
And then it fades
So I ain’t really into fame
Guess you have them to blame
Say I can’t penetrate the market
Unless I’m in a lane logic is sound
But see I’m comin’ with a logical sound
So you can put away the boxes for now
I’m here to provide oxygen now to a game
In need of a breath of fresh air
Meetin’ me with a death stare
Scenery is a mess and I’m tryin’ to interject
So I’m askin’ "How do I get there?"
And every time I think I’m on my way
The steps increase like a fresh pair
So I’m climbin’ the stairs
Thinkin’ bout those childhood
Years when I was just tryna do anything
Hopin’ my idols would care
But now I leave all the judgment up
To the man in the mirror, yeah
Drinkin’ whiskey on my balcony
Look out and observe
See a world movin’ without a me
Thirstin’ for a taste but seen there
Ain’t a single spout for me
Ain’t askin’ you to pout for me
Just please withhold your doubt for me
I’m here to stay
Don’t you ever think I’m visitin’
I been a lot of shit
But almost never been indifferent
The dividends are fleeting but the
Love is so consistent
I was struck by Cupid with a backwards-fitted
And a mic, some headphones, shit
What an image got a little older
Was time to make some decisions
Visions plus ambitions that equals
A damn mission
Man, listen, you ain’t stoppin’ this
Kid from Hell’s Kitchen, for real