Marlon Craft - Lot To Give lyrics
Marlon Craft [Marlon Sean Cirker] Manhattan, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Marlon Craft - Lot To Give lyrics]
Lot to prove, lot to lose
Lot of weight, got to move
Got to wait, got to choose
Got to drink lot of fuel
Got to pay lot of dues
Got to wake, lot of snooze
Got to play by the rules
Lot of days, got to lose
Lot of fake, lot of news
Lottery chances slim lot of they fancy him
Lot 'em say, "Can't be him"
Got to stay champion
'Til lot of they champion
Lot of hope, lot of pain
Lot was lost, more was gained 'Fore the fame
Lot of folks I won't name had lot of jokes
Lot of smoke, got to see
Lot is said, got to be
Lot misled, got to teach
Lot of men got envy hidin'
Lot of folks who got a lot
Got lots of emptiness inside 'em
Lot of lots, got to build
Lot of blocks got lot of ills
Lot of lot the issues
Got a lot who got 'em locked or killed
Lot of dark, got to shine
Lot of hearts don't got a beat
Lot of mouths would got a lot to
Say if they just got to speak
We don't really got a lot of time
Got a lot of time, no, no
And I done gave a lot of
Mine, a lot of mine, no, it don't grow
But you ain't got to got a lot
To got a lot to give
You ain't got to got a lot
To got a lot to give
You ain't got to got a lot
To got a lot to give, no
They was sleeping, now they tryna eat, bitch
I don’t run a bed and breakfast
I want to get 'em back
I feel myself gettin' selfish
Tryna figure what success is
Livin' free and wreckless?
Beatin' the check to check shit?
Now when you drop they check shit?
I try to not want
Try to make shit that they all impressed with
Shit, it's hard to reach objectives
When it's all subjective
I think success is feelin' blessed with
All that you been blessed with
Without needin' all that bad dopamine
That we all inject with
That buzz from that buzz in my
Pocket ain't a good high
But fuck playin' the good guy
They tried to play me
They tried to paint me with a blindfold
Instead of using their good eye
I pitched and they passed on me
And their coaches were like, "Good eye"
And I wanna take a bat to 'em
But fuck is retribution?
I got to live each day with passion
Kids live in destitution
In our own very nation
Feel like my soul can relate
I'm a complicated union of
These emotional states
So is success findin' peace?
'Cause I got a lot of problems
But got even more to give
Is it 'bout what I get
Or 'bout what I can bring?
If I don't leave my successors the loot
Can I still be big? Let me know
We don't really got a lot of time
Got a lot of time, no, no
And I done gave a lot of
Mine, a lot of mine, no, it don't grow
But you ain't got to got a lot
To got a lot to give
You ain't got to got a lot
To got a lot to give
You ain't got to got a lot
To got a lot to give, no
Lot of weight, got to move
Got to wait, got to choose
Got to drink lot of fuel
Got to pay lot of dues
Got to wake, lot of snooze
Got to play by the rules
Lot of days, got to lose
Lot of fake, lot of news
Lottery chances slim lot of they fancy him
Lot 'em say, "Can't be him"
Got to stay champion
'Til lot of they champion
Lot of hope, lot of pain
Lot was lost, more was gained 'Fore the fame
Lot of folks I won't name had lot of jokes
Lot of smoke, got to see
Lot is said, got to be
Lot misled, got to teach
Lot of men got envy hidin'
Lot of folks who got a lot
Got lots of emptiness inside 'em
Lot of lots, got to build
Lot of blocks got lot of ills
Lot of lot the issues
Got a lot who got 'em locked or killed
Lot of dark, got to shine
Lot of hearts don't got a beat
Lot of mouths would got a lot to
Say if they just got to speak
We don't really got a lot of time
Got a lot of time, no, no
And I done gave a lot of
Mine, a lot of mine, no, it don't grow
But you ain't got to got a lot
To got a lot to give
You ain't got to got a lot
To got a lot to give
You ain't got to got a lot
To got a lot to give, no
They was sleeping, now they tryna eat, bitch
I don’t run a bed and breakfast
I want to get 'em back
I feel myself gettin' selfish
Tryna figure what success is
Livin' free and wreckless?
Beatin' the check to check shit?
Now when you drop they check shit?
I try to not want
Try to make shit that they all impressed with
Shit, it's hard to reach objectives
When it's all subjective
I think success is feelin' blessed with
All that you been blessed with
Without needin' all that bad dopamine
That we all inject with
That buzz from that buzz in my
Pocket ain't a good high
But fuck playin' the good guy
They tried to play me
They tried to paint me with a blindfold
Instead of using their good eye
I pitched and they passed on me
And their coaches were like, "Good eye"
And I wanna take a bat to 'em
But fuck is retribution?
I got to live each day with passion
Kids live in destitution
In our own very nation
Feel like my soul can relate
I'm a complicated union of
These emotional states
So is success findin' peace?
'Cause I got a lot of problems
But got even more to give
Is it 'bout what I get
Or 'bout what I can bring?
If I don't leave my successors the loot
Can I still be big? Let me know
We don't really got a lot of time
Got a lot of time, no, no
And I done gave a lot of
Mine, a lot of mine, no, it don't grow
But you ain't got to got a lot
To got a lot to give
You ain't got to got a lot
To got a lot to give
You ain't got to got a lot
To got a lot to give, no