Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song HALAL, artist - Marlon Craft. Date of issue: 20.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
HALAL |
| A lotta y’all just want some shit to critique |
| But your ass can’t listen in the midst of a speech |
| As long as the cool table still got limited seats |
| And you try to argue your way in, you’ll be sitting with sheep |
| Yeah, we so quick to just speak, addicted to peaks |
| But life lived in the middle is sweet |
| Chasing highs, avoiding lows, never time to even learn |
| Usually ones getting loud but don’t even believe their words |
| I’m from New York, we was taught not to feed the birds, but |
| Ain’t no hungry pigeon in sight these days, politely, hey |
| This shit we giving hype be fake |
| I wonder a lotta days what good is progression |
| If it’s all built on lies |
| Lost our ability to evaluate |
| Need to re-calibrate our rigid little Tweets |
| I think you’re past your fate, everyone wanna eat |
| But it’s red if they won’t have the stakes that I have embraced |
| Man, have a plate |
| Or keep acting like this shit don’t matter |
| Acting like we ain’t the blueprint for the kids going after |
| Acting like we ain’t the ones who made it cool tonight |
| Knowing not try and not grow as long as you got hoes, right? |
| I feel responsibility to declare your flopping |
| And I do my duty free like airport shopping |
| Won’t take the culture name in vain, you a junkie, um |
| Dudes just wanna be liked even if that means they gon' be wrong |
| Claim they cold but that’s fear, they present the shame |
| Shivering, covering up, unrelenting games, yeah |
| They want the fame, they all want the pain |
| They wanna be Marlon, they don’t wanna work at the other name |
| Mission to avoid a cubicle turned to a collar |
| A bar then a musical, Esperanza Spalding |
| Yeah, I’m the best, I’ll debate your mother |
| She probably saw me on MSNBC and loved it |
| I’d rather have these dialogues within the culture |
| But this payola these days is undercover |
| I guess it ain’t payola when it’s just the whole structure |
| Like the same thing on the table is somehow better than under |
| I shout shit they ain’t got the balls to utter |
| Apalled, disgusted how I live, I don’t know how you ain’t |
| The money stay up but the value ain’t |
| I run circles round you dude till I’m out of shapes |
| Yeah, so fuck you and your little pouty face |
| No one ever cared about mine |
| I had to prove I wasn’t pussy every day my whole life |
| If they look at me like a trust fund baby one more time |
| I might slap the shit out your face, open hand |
| So you overstand you ain’t worth the risk of a broken hand |
| Only spend time with my people, really know the plan |
| You just fear this light 'cause all you know is lamp |
| And that ain’t halal brother |
| That ain’t halal brother |
| I’m talking to the god |