Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song LOST FAITH, artist - Marlon Craft. Date of issue: 20.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
LOST FAITH |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Uh yeah, yeah |
| Look |
| They wanna know my mic game, it’s '98, Game 6 |
| Wealthy soul, they wanna know how I’m happy but ain’t rich |
| Tried to test me, lied as a youngin and I ain’t bitch |
| Realized this whole game an illusion, ain’t been the same since |
| Ain’t many enemies worse than impatience |
| Vain princes sit upon thrones made of vagueness |
| Me? |
| My effect directed a young Sway |
| My effect, director, a Scorse |
| They pose, oughta be themselves, yeah they Jorge |
| New York kid, they watch me from oy veys to |
| Cats get a little bit and just do what the coin say |
| I’m invested in myself, win or lose, that boy play |
| Try to be humble, I feel like an antithesis |
| Somethin' like a West Hollywood breast |
| I bottle the stress, then learn to let it pour on the page or on the stage |
| Never knew how important my stains |
| Probably have to sell a million records 'fore I’m embraced by the cool table |
| And by that time it be boring and fake |
| Do you know what it’s like to have morals these days? |
| It’s hard to believe in karma and rewards seem in vain |
| But I suppose the prose alone is in itself the destination |
| I am the excavation, the soul of a restless nation |
| Composed of every one of your woes and hesitations |
| Saw the script and I burned it, the smoke rose from the basement |
| So whatever my lineage or rank that they fit me in |
| Bury me a city kid, product of the shit we live |
| Try to try to live to give, think I might succeed it |
| Just don’t let the ones who’s hollow critique it, say I’m a genius |
| Call 'em on their bullshit in the spirit of Craft |
| Even wise men walk in circles when they clearing a path |
| And may those who felt the love outnumber vast those |
| Who had to get near to the wrath and steer clear of the trash |
| I almost lost faith |
| I swear I almost faith |
| But that’s what every bar face |
| Fuck your lil' bizarre takes |
| Homie, look at Marl pace |
| Even when I’m off-base |
| I ain’t runnin' yall race |
| No, no, no, no, no |
| Yeah |