Marlon Craft - Bugs Bunnies (Interlude) lyrics
Marlon Craft [Marlon Sean Cirker] Manhattan, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Marlon Craft - Bugs Bunnies Interlude lyrics]
Yo, when I was young all I
Wanted was some Bugs Bunnies
I never was a tough guy
But the thugs trust me
I used to worry-worry 'bout if anyone dug me
Luckily, made it out untouched and
Now every one love me
But sometimes I get in moods
Where every one bugs me
Sometimes I think God talks to
Every one but me
Don't touch me, don't rush me
Just the microphone plus me
Add a little truth then I'm
I'm in my zone, lovely
And I could serve any rapper they all custys
And that's my team wilin' out
Yeah they all busties
Shit, but we them boys, trust me
I've been losing track of days
Man, I'm all scruffy
Exhaustion getting bad, boy
Eyes all puffy, nose all stuffy
Room all dusty my aunt fussy
Sip' some tea and remind myself
That we all lucky when I was young all I
Wanted was some Bugs Bunnies
When I was young all I
Wanted was some Bugs Bunnies
Ain't got no Jordans
I still can't afford them
It's hard to keep feelin' this grown
When you got young money
But all my problems start to fade
When the sun touch me
Drinking a Foster, tynna foster new habbit's
In a cercle, staying tight
But we accepting new apps
If you with the real but trust that
You out if you too backwards, get it?
Shit, this what I'm meant to do now
I like myself
Fuck if I lose a friend or two now
Old folks like "Don't act up, Marlon
You need a back-up" i tell 'em "don't worry
My head's in the cloud"
Wanted was some Bugs Bunnies
I never was a tough guy
But the thugs trust me
I used to worry-worry 'bout if anyone dug me
Luckily, made it out untouched and
Now every one love me
But sometimes I get in moods
Where every one bugs me
Sometimes I think God talks to
Every one but me
Don't touch me, don't rush me
Just the microphone plus me
Add a little truth then I'm
I'm in my zone, lovely
And I could serve any rapper they all custys
And that's my team wilin' out
Yeah they all busties
Shit, but we them boys, trust me
I've been losing track of days
Man, I'm all scruffy
Exhaustion getting bad, boy
Eyes all puffy, nose all stuffy
Room all dusty my aunt fussy
Sip' some tea and remind myself
That we all lucky when I was young all I
Wanted was some Bugs Bunnies
When I was young all I
Wanted was some Bugs Bunnies
Ain't got no Jordans
I still can't afford them
It's hard to keep feelin' this grown
When you got young money
But all my problems start to fade
When the sun touch me
Drinking a Foster, tynna foster new habbit's
In a cercle, staying tight
But we accepting new apps
If you with the real but trust that
You out if you too backwards, get it?
Shit, this what I'm meant to do now
I like myself
Fuck if I lose a friend or two now
Old folks like "Don't act up, Marlon
You need a back-up" i tell 'em "don't worry
My head's in the cloud"