| Clowns are all that I know
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| They like to put on a nice show
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| But when it’s all over I ain’t playing around
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| But when it’s all over I ain’t playing around
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| This verse ain’t gonna write itself
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| Just gotta remember I’m nice as hell, higher than the lights in hell
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| Only time could tell if when I die would I get my kinda trail, try to sell
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| I’m writin' for a legacy, been everyone else instead of me
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| From the home of Alpo, but of a different pedigree
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| When I speak in jest, I need to inject
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| Hard to breathe from my chest, respect should never leave
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| I bet it be deep, or it never be free
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| The high is so incredible to me
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| I play the game of losing life, my two options:
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| I kick the habit, waiting for a new option, you got it
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| Loved ones say I’m too gothic, they think it’s a new topic
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| Boo, stop it, these dudes be mobbin
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| And I’m the one that gets slapped on the wrist, that’s some shit
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| Let me get a pack and a clip like click click
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| Clowns are all that I know
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| They like to put on a nice show
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| But when it’s all over I ain’t playing around
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| But when it’s all over I ain’t playing around
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| Sour to the brain makes the cypher complete
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| Don’t try to get high with me, I use the fire to speak
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| I happened to be what most are trying to be
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| Fighting sleep and I ain’t G-O-D, why? |
| Because he doesn’t know me
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| I’ve been walking a steady path to hell
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| I ask myself if Satan is ready for a challenge
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| I use him as balance, after the fire nothing else is on my palette
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| I don’t want no one in my palette
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| If I should die, let it be from an overdose
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| After my first grammy, so my death won’t hurt granny
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| I choke when I flow, never a toke in my flow
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| So many typos in what I wrote, I don’t know if it’s dope
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| Fuck street smarts, I know music theory
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| So go ahead and turn it up as if you can’t hear me
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| I acknowledge the power of magic, and i use it clearly
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| Fear is moving near me, I am more en-fearing
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| Clowns are all that I know
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| They like to put on a nice show
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| But when it’s all over I ain’t playing around
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| But when it’s all over I ain’t playing around
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| It’s magic, It’s magic, It’s magic, magic, magic
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| It’s magic, it’s magic, it’s magic, magic, magic
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| Clowns are all that I know
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| They like to put on a nice show
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| But when it’s all over I ain’t playing around
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| But when it’s all over I ain’t playing around |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Clowns , by - Charles Hamilton. Song from the album Hamilton, Charles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп