Marlon Craft - At The Door lyrics

[Verse 1] Waitin’ for my train of thought to leave Manhattan It’s been in the tunnel, I’m tryna see the sun Been through a lot of hard times tryna believe in actions But not one ever felt like time for me to run And I’m addicted to dopamine And hopes and dreams And folks I’ve seen But feel like I speak a different language than everyone round me, word to Portuguese They be like “Damn, bruh’s ill” And I appreciate the kudos sh*t ain’t all sweet, gotta appreciate the glucose It’s hard to stick togеther with your team, we keep thе glue close We be feelin’ down in my town, you can hear us play The Blue Note [Chorus] And when it’s time to go I’mma ride out I’ll be on the road, fu*k a hideout Even my darkest times, wouldn’t white out Listen, this is mine now I wish I could cry but I ain’t got nothin to cry 'bout, homie sh*t, I just hope I die before my pride outgrow me I’ll be at the door My life knock, knock, knock, knock [Verse 2] I feel my youth slip away I ain’t mean it to end I’m in a land where everything gotta be a means to an end Which you get to pick first? The means or the end? That sequence depends And that’s a sh*tty diaper to be sittin in and givin’ your life for the fight to be brighter than what your nights were when you believed that they could end And yet still they can’t see how we different but basically same Like stoppin' at Essex v. Delancey, sh*t The days and times of an impatient mind As I look for now what I will later find No bread, just a body Blood ain't made of wine Scary images above my shoulders in this frame of mind But I’ll be ok with time [Chorus] And when it’s time to go I’mma ride out I’ll be on the road, fu*k a hideout Even my darkest times, wouldn’t white out Listen, this is mine now I wish I could cry but I ain’t got nothin’ to cry 'bout, homie sh*t, I just hope I die before my pride outgrow me I’ll be at the door My life knock, knock, knock, knock