Marlon Craft ft. Ricky Motion – Hope Full Lyrics | Audio

Marlon Craft feat. Ricky Motion – Hope Full Lyrics

Yeah, nobody lets beats play anymore
Know what I mean
They always just start rappin and s**t like
Remember when they used to let it just play
You could catch a feel or whatever

Look me in my eyes for a minute
I ain’t cried in a minute
I been dyin on the inside
I been tryin just to get us
Like my eyes got this tint
It’s really hard for me to just smile

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Lookin round just make me sad
They don’t get my frown
And that s**t just make me mad
I never stay down when life kick me in my ass
Cause s**t ain’t ever hopeless
But I wonder should I hope less

What’s the cost of payin attention
Is it too much to be free
Walk in the room like ye high sway all the tension
But none of my answers definite
Playin lots the same notes
Think I need some new chords
Doin lots of think I need some new chores
Think I need to do mine
And you need to do yours
Makin sure we all win
Maybe we should lose more
Maybe we would learn then
Maybe we should try s**t
I don’t want the love if it’s on some one-time s**t
I ain’t really hear this beat until the sunlight hit
I be scared that I’ll never be on the run height s**t

Sometimes it’s just time for a change
I wish I could do the world, but I’ll start with me
And no matter how well the music age
What’s it mean if I never find harmony

Look me in my eyes for a minute
I ain’t cried in a minute
I been dyin on the inside
I been tryin just to get us
Like my eyes got this tint
It’s really hard for me to just smile

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Lookin round just make me sad
They don’t get my frown
And that s**t just make me mad
I never stay down when life kick me in my ass
Cause s**t ain’t ever hopeless
But I wonder should I hope less

I’m boutta hit L.E.S. wit my final check
S**t I just got a letter from the I.R.S
Philosophy with that on Clinton’s Harlem office
They gon have to get through many n**gas just to get to me
If you tryna reach me then it’s better not to message me
A flair or the bat signal function more effectively
Anything but that I really hate my Jack
And all these stupid social obligations
That yall haνe for me to keep it packed
Bun tied underneath my Yankee cap
My city wit me everywhere I go
Overshield for phony s**t to which we be exposed
Ex says she want nothin to do wit me no more
But still posts pictures in my clothes

Common sense erodes, enough of that s**t
Let me light the pack a bowl of that
And plus a bowl of Apple Jacks
A perfect stack
My grandma tried to say
I need a new distraction
One that don’t involve consumption
Numbin pain or bein passive
All that on my body’s taxin
Told her I might make a switch
I ain’t make a promise
‘Cause I like my nose the way it is
Maybe I could go from toy to boy soon
See what life is kinda like
Til then I’ll be overdosed on Mike
And Ike’s s**t I just hope that

Look me in my eyes for a minute
I ain’t cried in a minute
I been dyin on the inside
I been tryin just to get us
It’s like my eyes got this tint
It’s really hard for me to just smile

Lookin round just make me sad
They don’t get my frown
And that s**t just make me mad
I never stay down when life kick me in my ass
Cause s**t ain’t ever hopeless
But I wonder should I hope less…

➤ Written by Marlon Craft
Album: Work From Home (EP)
Produced by Arbus beats
Marlon Craft | Ricky Motion | 2020

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