Marlon Craft – At The Door (Audio, Lyrics)

Marlon Craft is here with “At The Door”. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Arbus beats.

Marlon Craft At The Door

It’s been nearly a year and a half since Marlon Craft dropped off his album, Funhouse Mirror but he remained incredibly active throughout 2020. He maintained the momentum through the pandemic with a few singles, and guest features as he put in work on his follow-up project.

With his new album scheduled to drop the weeks ahead, the rapper returned with a new single titled, “At The Door” earlier today. Arbus Beats cooks up a jazzy, laid back beat as Craft bobs and weaves through the melancholic production with sharp flows and wordplay. Craft reflects on the ups and downs as he and his team maintained resilience through their journey.

Marlon Craft – At The Door (prod. Arbus beats)

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
Shit ain’t all sweet, gotta appreciate the glucose
It’s hard to stick together with your team, we keep the 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, fuck 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
Shit, 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 shitty 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, shit
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, fuck 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
Shit, I just hope I die before my pride outgrow me
I’ll be at the door
My life knock, knock, knock, knock