Marlon Craft - DAY 2: Mom's Whiskey Out Now lyrics
Marlon Craft [Marlon Sean Cirker] Manhattan, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Marlon Craft - DAY 2: Mom's Whiskey Out Now lyrics]
Mom’s Whiskey out now, this a shameless plug
On lockdown
But we still don’t let our vain-ness budge
Say we do it for our own
Votes when we go postin
But how many barriers around your
Soul do you gotta build before you promotin?
I try to slide with integrity
That’s a pro’s motion
And Trump sayin "2 weeks
Everything closed open"
If that applied to his eyes, soul, and mind
Maybe shit wouldn’t seem so hopeless
Find solace in the love of my woman
Feel psychotic from the shrugs that keep
Puttin me near the edge i need answers
And they ain't at the back of the book
I mean they are, but only if
You read the whole thing, feel me?
Shit, and stomachin that novel?
We’d rather feel crummy with a bottle
Feel the rumbling in the throttle
It’s the prodder pokin at us to move
But the reality might just be
As bad as the news
On lockdown
But we still don’t let our vain-ness budge
Say we do it for our own
Votes when we go postin
But how many barriers around your
Soul do you gotta build before you promotin?
I try to slide with integrity
That’s a pro’s motion
And Trump sayin "2 weeks
Everything closed open"
If that applied to his eyes, soul, and mind
Maybe shit wouldn’t seem so hopeless
Find solace in the love of my woman
Feel psychotic from the shrugs that keep
Puttin me near the edge i need answers
And they ain't at the back of the book
I mean they are, but only if
You read the whole thing, feel me?
Shit, and stomachin that novel?
We’d rather feel crummy with a bottle
Feel the rumbling in the throttle
It’s the prodder pokin at us to move
But the reality might just be
As bad as the news