Marlon Craft - High Time lyrics
Marlon Craft [Marlon Sean Cirker] Manhattan, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Marlon Craft - High Time lyrics]
So essentially cause they buy
It from white-owned dispensaries
And the government taxin, now it get the pass
But the black folks in jail
They ain’t settin free, right?
I ain’t tryn play referee
I’m just callin bullshit that’s what I do
I don’t even smoke you could say I’m
A friend of the movement though
Remember in high school on
The right night shit
You could smell the smoke in my cuticles
But I’s a little virgin shit made me nervous
Now you can catch with a 5th of bourbon
Wish I could smoke cause that
Shit be more healthy
But fuck can you tell me? The
Future’s uncertain and we be yearnin’
I used to sell 07s for $20 if they was fluffy
Only for a summer but you see how easy
It would be for me to front?
In a rhyme like these tough little guys
Take a day of their life that
They say in a line
And then act like it’s how they was
Livin in time and expect we believe
That’s the smoke I don’t like
That’s the one that come with some mirrors
Fuck how you cope witcho fears
As long as you workin through em
And improvin all through your years
Fuck sentiments of your peers
Do you for you, not no cheers
Every true tough guy I ever knew was scared
Cause if you for real you know consequences
I been tryna find some peace
For the longest time yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just need a lil release, I been on my grind
My grind and I think it’s high time
Had to get real low just to get this high
Had to get real low just to get this high
Had to get real low just to get this high
And I’m up like, "bah bah bah bah bah bah"
It from white-owned dispensaries
And the government taxin, now it get the pass
But the black folks in jail
They ain’t settin free, right?
I ain’t tryn play referee
I’m just callin bullshit that’s what I do
I don’t even smoke you could say I’m
A friend of the movement though
Remember in high school on
The right night shit
You could smell the smoke in my cuticles
But I’s a little virgin shit made me nervous
Now you can catch with a 5th of bourbon
Wish I could smoke cause that
Shit be more healthy
But fuck can you tell me? The
Future’s uncertain and we be yearnin’
I used to sell 07s for $20 if they was fluffy
Only for a summer but you see how easy
It would be for me to front?
In a rhyme like these tough little guys
Take a day of their life that
They say in a line
And then act like it’s how they was
Livin in time and expect we believe
That’s the smoke I don’t like
That’s the one that come with some mirrors
Fuck how you cope witcho fears
As long as you workin through em
And improvin all through your years
Fuck sentiments of your peers
Do you for you, not no cheers
Every true tough guy I ever knew was scared
Cause if you for real you know consequences
I been tryna find some peace
For the longest time yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just need a lil release, I been on my grind
My grind and I think it’s high time
Had to get real low just to get this high
Had to get real low just to get this high
Had to get real low just to get this high
And I’m up like, "bah bah bah bah bah bah"