Marlon Craft - Lost Love lyrics
Marlon Craft [Marlon Sean Cirker] Manhattan, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Marlon Craft - Lost Love lyrics]
Why do I go here?
How many real muhfuckas do I even know here?
I can count em on one hand but oh yeah
I’m supposed to be workin towards
Some kind of degree so I can grow here
They like "Craft, you gotta make your mark"
So I’m sippin Maker’s Mark
Thinkin of a way to start
When I get a text from a chick I once
Played her heart and we’ve
Since strayed apart
But she pops up now and then
When my days are dark
And I don’t know if it’s
Coincidence but I’m always under
The influence when she tries
To influence my thoughts
But her innocence is art
Cause she really isn’t soft but dog
She tried to act like I hurt her
Cause I ain’t give her what
She claim she ain’t want
Shit, how the fuck that sound?
What I look like tryna hunt you down?
Even if I want to now
Shit, but I really don’t though
I’m just infatuated with somethin
That won’t grow
And if it ever could’ve, girl, we won’t know
Truth is, I just really miss you sayin
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh"
And girl I don’t know, oh, oh, oh
Oh what the deal is
But if your feelings you can’t articulate
I won’t participate in your persistent games
It used to amuse me but now she’s a muse
Because I refuse to be used as such
A vessel for her stresses, conduit
For a lack of confidence
It’s gettin preposterous
Cause we postured us in a strange place
Meanin we don’t know where we stand now
And I don’t even care that she got a man now
But why does she still get upset
When she hears about the
Girls on my roster just cause
She in the stands now? Man, wow
I never cared a lot but I always cared
A little but I never stopped with her
Always kept my dribble
Wasn’t tryna take a shot wit her
So as the texts get revealin I put my
Phone down and my head to the ceiling
Close my eyes and get back to the dreamin
Cause tomorrow she’ll be gone and
I’m back to the meaning
How many real muhfuckas do I even know here?
I can count em on one hand but oh yeah
I’m supposed to be workin towards
Some kind of degree so I can grow here
They like "Craft, you gotta make your mark"
So I’m sippin Maker’s Mark
Thinkin of a way to start
When I get a text from a chick I once
Played her heart and we’ve
Since strayed apart
But she pops up now and then
When my days are dark
And I don’t know if it’s
Coincidence but I’m always under
The influence when she tries
To influence my thoughts
But her innocence is art
Cause she really isn’t soft but dog
She tried to act like I hurt her
Cause I ain’t give her what
She claim she ain’t want
Shit, how the fuck that sound?
What I look like tryna hunt you down?
Even if I want to now
Shit, but I really don’t though
I’m just infatuated with somethin
That won’t grow
And if it ever could’ve, girl, we won’t know
Truth is, I just really miss you sayin
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh"
And girl I don’t know, oh, oh, oh
Oh what the deal is
But if your feelings you can’t articulate
I won’t participate in your persistent games
It used to amuse me but now she’s a muse
Because I refuse to be used as such
A vessel for her stresses, conduit
For a lack of confidence
It’s gettin preposterous
Cause we postured us in a strange place
Meanin we don’t know where we stand now
And I don’t even care that she got a man now
But why does she still get upset
When she hears about the
Girls on my roster just cause
She in the stands now? Man, wow
I never cared a lot but I always cared
A little but I never stopped with her
Always kept my dribble
Wasn’t tryna take a shot wit her
So as the texts get revealin I put my
Phone down and my head to the ceiling
Close my eyes and get back to the dreamin
Cause tomorrow she’ll be gone and
I’m back to the meaning