Marlon Craft - Bad Day Music lyrics
Marlon Craft [Marlon Sean Cirker] Manhattan, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Marlon Craft - Bad Day Music lyrics]
Woke up bummy whiskey on my breath like New
York don't love me is anybody left, shit
Hit the deli dizzy
Need the bacon, egg but hold the cheese
Saw me late last night
So he should know the steez
Chugging Gatorade I'm on the deuce
I'm heading to the train
Mouth taste like regret
All that's on my head is pain
It's dumb brick
Walked past dollar slice done quick
Some crackhead tried to follow me, you know
Bum shit had a bad week so my
Tolerance is gone be slim fuck your stylist
I got on polo boots from 2010
My damn plan to manhandle
All these music Randstads
You claim they hip-hop, you
A L train transplant, fuck you
All I see is fucking walking clickbait
Thoughts got me heated almost took
The E by mistake
I ain't resistant to change
Just resistant to lames
I watched the C arrive
Hit play and entered the train
This the music that I play when
I've had a bad day
When I'm up mad late, all my friends mad fake
When every single thought leave me
With a bad taste this a bad day, bad day
This my bad day music that I play
When I've had a bad day
When I'm up mad late, all my friends mad fake
When every single thought leave me
With a bad taste this a bad day, bad day
This my bad day music
I'm on my way to BK, mad train delays
The car I'm in is crowded
Seem they always are these days
Ironic being underground ain't never
Been my forte
Some dude tried to press me for my merm
It's in your face, dummy
Now he looking at me all funny
He's staring at his homies down the
Car like they gone jump me
In highschool I maybe woulda ran
But I'm grown now
This train's packed, you ain't
‘bout to do shit, you showing out
They bark some hater shit so they
Can have the last word
Got off at the next stop
Fuck them dudes anyway looking for a seat
My legs heavy and my head is aching
Still, found a spot
Closed my eyes and start to meditate
Why all these people 'round me
Piss me off so much?
All they do is crowd me and they shout
They buff
And they ain't got a single fucking
Clue what I'm going through
So when I saw this little girl
Her whole mouth was crushed
It was deformed, scars, dirt in one shoe
Her feet wore
Shirt torn, looked at me said "what's wrong
Tell me your name
You look upset, I ain't tryna get in your way
But this my momma could you spend a dollar
Lend me some change?"
Her smile was pure so I obliged
I said my name Craft and
Ask her "are you alright?"
But she laughed, and said "I'm happy
I've been smiling all day
My name is Hope and I love
To ride on the train"
York don't love me is anybody left, shit
Hit the deli dizzy
Need the bacon, egg but hold the cheese
Saw me late last night
So he should know the steez
Chugging Gatorade I'm on the deuce
I'm heading to the train
Mouth taste like regret
All that's on my head is pain
It's dumb brick
Walked past dollar slice done quick
Some crackhead tried to follow me, you know
Bum shit had a bad week so my
Tolerance is gone be slim fuck your stylist
I got on polo boots from 2010
My damn plan to manhandle
All these music Randstads
You claim they hip-hop, you
A L train transplant, fuck you
All I see is fucking walking clickbait
Thoughts got me heated almost took
The E by mistake
I ain't resistant to change
Just resistant to lames
I watched the C arrive
Hit play and entered the train
This the music that I play when
I've had a bad day
When I'm up mad late, all my friends mad fake
When every single thought leave me
With a bad taste this a bad day, bad day
This my bad day music that I play
When I've had a bad day
When I'm up mad late, all my friends mad fake
When every single thought leave me
With a bad taste this a bad day, bad day
This my bad day music
I'm on my way to BK, mad train delays
The car I'm in is crowded
Seem they always are these days
Ironic being underground ain't never
Been my forte
Some dude tried to press me for my merm
It's in your face, dummy
Now he looking at me all funny
He's staring at his homies down the
Car like they gone jump me
In highschool I maybe woulda ran
But I'm grown now
This train's packed, you ain't
‘bout to do shit, you showing out
They bark some hater shit so they
Can have the last word
Got off at the next stop
Fuck them dudes anyway looking for a seat
My legs heavy and my head is aching
Still, found a spot
Closed my eyes and start to meditate
Why all these people 'round me
Piss me off so much?
All they do is crowd me and they shout
They buff
And they ain't got a single fucking
Clue what I'm going through
So when I saw this little girl
Her whole mouth was crushed
It was deformed, scars, dirt in one shoe
Her feet wore
Shirt torn, looked at me said "what's wrong
Tell me your name
You look upset, I ain't tryna get in your way
But this my momma could you spend a dollar
Lend me some change?"
Her smile was pure so I obliged
I said my name Craft and
Ask her "are you alright?"
But she laughed, and said "I'm happy
I've been smiling all day
My name is Hope and I love
To ride on the train"