Marlon Craft - Fuck You, Love You lyrics

You should prolly shut the fuck up
When you talk to me
I’m sorry you don’t bother me
You couldn’t appall a G
My mind is Talib but my
Attitude is Sheek Louch walk with me
They used to be scoffin’
See now they pickin’ out coffins
We moved the S from the front
To the back of the word, that’s word
Boo hoo, facts heard
I’m from where we be like, "facts"
You’re where if you take a
Bad turn you might not
Pass go no mo’ cause they’ll pull your car
Woes on my mind from depression
That burn like bullet scars
They screamin’ "you’re a star"
I’m screamin’ "drinks on yall then"
Don’t you think I’m ballin’, bitch
Why you think I’m starvin’?
I’m goin harder than hard
Fuck not wantin’ treble
I don’t put bass in my songs
I just let my stomach rumble
You rappers Hubble Bubble, shit
What the fuck you wan’ do?
Fuck your lil’ confusion conclusions
That you come to shit, I never saw a hurdle
That I couldn’t run through
Jesus, I guess my thesis is "Fuck you"
But also that "I love you" it’s Craft, bitch