Marlon Craft ft. Ricky Motion, Evan Crommett - Personal Lyrics

BRIDGE (CRAFT):

I been searchin for their praise for a minute i done tried
I been in a daze i'll admit it i won't lie
Give a fuck if they didn't meant it this my life
Homie i'm takin it personal
I been drunk for 25 days a month
I been stuck for like more like 31
Im about to face this personal
Homie i'm takin it personal

VERSE ONE (CRAFT):

Thoughts all deep, drinkin knob creek
Rhythm off beat, livin all bleek
Dyin' from life and my symptoms on fleek
Holy water jus drip on my cheek
And it fall to my lips i could taste the salt
From the weight and the way they talk
All the doubt from what they had thought
All the runnin' back and forth tryna pace my heart i won't let you
Mirror convos, i don't get you
Thinkin of all the fun that come from bein simple
That i just don't get to
No rescue, i don't want it, i won't neck you
See my head too bright
won't dull my light
Dont kiss ass i aint even that great at eatin pussy
So yall can go ahead and just push me
Swallow this whiskey but never my pride
I wont hide won't lie no no no no
Cant walk in my shoes but truth is
I wouldnt want you to that jus might taint my soul so
All i know is i dont know
All that shows is what don't show
All my highs are my lows yo

(EVAN)

I'm tryin, what if i never fight hard enough?
What if my skin, isn't golden,
In the shinin' eyes of the chosen?

I, I, hope to god i'm enough
But at times, I, feel so alone and stuck

VERSE TWO (RICKY MOTION)

I need some answers right now
I been drinkin and drivin the seatbelt's for pussies and clowns
I put my faith in green faces but only cause none of em frown
Tired of doubters and old toy vibes always puttin me down, puttin me down
Rapper by night like i'm caped to crusade
But i'm still workin 8 hours a day
We make acquaintance and she tryna date
Drank fell asleep and forgot now i'm late
Ironic i wonder why i be alone
Always exposin myself in these poems
Wonder if certain things i can atone
Ain't wanna do this shit over the phone
Know that my body's your temple your home
I laid it down like position is prone
Invite to party don't care to go,
all of my homies like fair enough, emotionally unavailable
When will i feel like i've grown?
I'm 25 and i still ask my momma to fold all my clothes
I'm still a novice when i'm on the stove
Bacon grilled cheese is bout all that i know
Slippery slope obligated to soldier
Napsack tied to a stick on my shoulder
Every day feels the same
Every day feels the same
Can't keep these images out my brain
I'm callin for guidance i'm short on replies and
I'm scrollin through all these names
Tell me now how can i numb the pain

EVAN:

I, I, hope to god i'm enough
But at times, I, feel so alone and stuck

CRAFT HOOK REPEAT

EVAN OUTRO:

And you fiiiighttt, you're a fighter (REPEATS)