Marlon Craft - End Is Near lyrics
Marlon Craft [Marlon Sean Cirker] Manhattan, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Marlon Craft - End Is Near lyrics]
I'm feelin' like the end is near
Sip of water feel like Everclear
Future isn't ever clear
All I see in presence fear
Only passion burnin' is the
Fire in the hemisphere
Have you even asked yourself what
You willin' to do?
Or if who you consider the illest is true?
Holdin' others to the standards
We make for ourselves
'Cause if we raised 'em
We'd havе to live by 'em too
False notions of fairnеss
Lost, hopeless, and careless
My thoughts stroking the canvas
Blend commas to get up
I make ads for the vantage
That's the game, brother
But if they ever say that I fell off
Then that's when you know I
Made it out the traffic
Somewhere off the grid and I
Done made my great escape, brother
I just wan' put in as much as I take from it
Workin' off a vague budget, fuck it
The bigger picture more natural, deluxe it
The truth is in the shadows
If it all burned down
You ain't gonna care what the turnout was
To your latest self-esteem party
On the timeline
Self-service gettin' turned down, ho (Yo)
Mirror as vast as space
Fuck who I appease, proud of who I aggravate
If you had a missile and they had us cornered
Would you aim it at the state or
Would you make the "I'm passive" face?
I take greed captive when I captivate
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Natural hunger, bitch, my passion ate
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
What I'm sayin' is that that's an eight
But if you look deep inside
You can have a plate
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I feel like the end is near
No more shit to prove, face time in a move
FaceTime interviews, fake grind
Hindered views
Worn-out honesty, fake dries in the new
Wake, lie, hittin' snooze
Chastise written rules
They try, it's a ruse, rest they hate
All them led by rhythm blues
Left my critical tryna be righteous, though
Any color on the page
They gon' pile with snow feel the ice below
Dreamin' of a better
Will settle for whatever
What's behind door number zero? Think we
'bout to pull the lever
'Bout to pull the lever
We 'bout to pull the lever
When you give a mouse hope for the cheddar
He think it ain't worth the risk to escape
On the day it is as bad as they say
Will we even have the eyes
To realize the decay?
Once again, people, we're back
And we're coming live from the
End of the world, as it were
Latest on our boy?
Sometimes to see is to feel
And, well, to feel is to hurt
Our boy has been fighting
But at this current pace
The inside word is that the
Odds are against him
Looks like a tipping point if you ask me
Stay tuned, people, stay tuned
Sip of water feel like Everclear
Future isn't ever clear
All I see in presence fear
Only passion burnin' is the
Fire in the hemisphere
Have you even asked yourself what
You willin' to do?
Or if who you consider the illest is true?
Holdin' others to the standards
We make for ourselves
'Cause if we raised 'em
We'd havе to live by 'em too
False notions of fairnеss
Lost, hopeless, and careless
My thoughts stroking the canvas
Blend commas to get up
I make ads for the vantage
That's the game, brother
But if they ever say that I fell off
Then that's when you know I
Made it out the traffic
Somewhere off the grid and I
Done made my great escape, brother
I just wan' put in as much as I take from it
Workin' off a vague budget, fuck it
The bigger picture more natural, deluxe it
The truth is in the shadows
If it all burned down
You ain't gonna care what the turnout was
To your latest self-esteem party
On the timeline
Self-service gettin' turned down, ho (Yo)
Mirror as vast as space
Fuck who I appease, proud of who I aggravate
If you had a missile and they had us cornered
Would you aim it at the state or
Would you make the "I'm passive" face?
I take greed captive when I captivate
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Natural hunger, bitch, my passion ate
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
What I'm sayin' is that that's an eight
But if you look deep inside
You can have a plate
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I feel like the end is near
No more shit to prove, face time in a move
FaceTime interviews, fake grind
Hindered views
Worn-out honesty, fake dries in the new
Wake, lie, hittin' snooze
Chastise written rules
They try, it's a ruse, rest they hate
All them led by rhythm blues
Left my critical tryna be righteous, though
Any color on the page
They gon' pile with snow feel the ice below
Dreamin' of a better
Will settle for whatever
What's behind door number zero? Think we
'bout to pull the lever
'Bout to pull the lever
We 'bout to pull the lever
When you give a mouse hope for the cheddar
He think it ain't worth the risk to escape
On the day it is as bad as they say
Will we even have the eyes
To realize the decay?
Once again, people, we're back
And we're coming live from the
End of the world, as it were
Latest on our boy?
Sometimes to see is to feel
And, well, to feel is to hurt
Our boy has been fighting
But at this current pace
The inside word is that the
Odds are against him
Looks like a tipping point if you ask me
Stay tuned, people, stay tuned