Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Where I Am , by - Marlon Craft. Release date: 09.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Where I Am |
| I done had me a streak of bad days |
| Yesterday was the best in a while |
| I been bottlin' a lot in my safe |
| But I make my confessions and smile |
| And they been rare in the air that I share |
| But the fare isn’t fair to make wear turn to their soul |
| I think I’m where I’m supposed to be |
| I think I’m where I am, where I am, where I am |
| And I came wit a lot to lose |
| But so did every man wit a lot to prove |
| Beats in my x-rays showed a lotta wounds |
| Stick the quell through my chest dip the blood in it |
| I just wanna paint my soul wit it |
| I just wanna shape my goals wit it |
| Sometimes to get clean gotta soak in it |
| So I’m where I’m supposed to be, I’m where I’m supposed to be |
| Yeah, one time for the one time |
| This for every soldier on the frontline |
| On the battlefield of tryna find a mass appeal |
| Of strugglin' internal tryna make em see your battle’s real |
| I see you, know that I be a |
| Know that you the only judge knows if the trial’s real |
| You ain’t cappin when actions start wit an idea |
| They just rappin like alpaca but they Ikea |
| You could sweep cheap dirt under expensive rug |
| But eventually you still gon' get some bugs |
| The recipe ain’t filled with gentle hugs |
| I make peace with ingredients that I get from thugs |
| Beauty’s ugly, pain is pretty, growth hurts and peace is loud |
| And ain’t much worth more to me than bein' proud |
| Still tryna figure this «me» shit out |
| But I guess that’s what it is, I can see it now |
| I done had me a streak of bad days |
| Yesterday was the best in a while |
| I been bottlin' a lot in my safe |
| But I make my confessions and smile |
| And they been rare in the air that I share |
| But the fare isn’t fair to make wear turn to their soul |
| I think I’m where I’m supposed to be |
| I think I’m where I am, where I am, where I am |
| And I came wit a lot to lose |
| But so did every man wit a lot to prove |
| Beats in my x-rays showed a lotta wounds |
| Stick the quell through my chest dip the blood in it |
| I just wanna paint my soul wit it |
| I just wanna shape my goals wit it |
| Sometimes to get clean gotta soak in it |
| So I’m where I’m supposed to be, I’m where I’m supposed to be |
| Fuck what you tryna prove |
| Define the rules |
| Decide to do what |
| Behind the glue when times is blue |
| I tried to fool |
| I climb to new heights to find time to prove |
| If I should lose, least they don’t have my soul |
| Guess I’m past my goals and need to redefine my prime |
| And so they won’t drive my woes |
| I’m finally alive I know |