Marlon Craft - Cool Grey 11s lyrics
Marlon Craft [Marlon Sean Cirker] Manhattan, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Marlon Craft - Cool Grey 11s lyrics]
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 8 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 AM
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
And 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
Could 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 shit 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 fuck's brewin'?
Wake up and smell the coffee and
The drugs and lust 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
All I wanted was some Cool Grey 11s
Need that patent leather for
The weather change
Now I got them shit's 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, yeah
The race is rigged, I'm facing in some more
The place we give's the place we get to go
We chase the end, that day's eventual
Obtaining bliss begins with letting go
The patience and the hastiness and woe
We taking 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? Oh, what can I do?
Oh yeah yeah
All I wanted was some Cool Grey 11s
Need that patent leather for
The weather change
Now I got them shit's 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, yeah
The race is rigged, I'm facing in some more
The place we give's the place we get to go
We chase the end, that day's eventual
Obtaining bliss begins with letting go
The patience and the hastiness and woe
We taking 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
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
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 8 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 AM
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
And 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
Could 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 shit 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 fuck's brewin'?
Wake up and smell the coffee and
The drugs and lust 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
All I wanted was some Cool Grey 11s
Need that patent leather for
The weather change
Now I got them shit's 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, yeah
The race is rigged, I'm facing in some more
The place we give's the place we get to go
We chase the end, that day's eventual
Obtaining bliss begins with letting go
The patience and the hastiness and woe
We taking 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? Oh, what can I do?
Oh yeah yeah
All I wanted was some Cool Grey 11s
Need that patent leather for
The weather change
Now I got them shit's 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, yeah
The race is rigged, I'm facing in some more
The place we give's the place we get to go
We chase the end, that day's eventual
Obtaining bliss begins with letting go
The patience and the hastiness and woe
We taking 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
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