Lyrics BOZOS - Marlon Craft

BOZOS

If you love me, you wouldn’t do that
No more talkin, you gotta prove that
All of that ego and insecurity blockage, you gotta lose that
Leave the immaturity at the door with your shoes, jack
Cause if the dirt get on my rug, it stays, I don’t sweep it under
Time spent is my wealth and trust, I’m too cheap to wonder
If you don’t care about me enough to admit a blunder
Can’t say what’s on your mind, how I’m supposed to believe what’s under?
They knew Marlon for the craft, but don’t love him without my last name
They must think you don’t need friendship when you have fame
Write a lotta sad songs, thy all like, «Congrats, mang»
Something don’t add up, I’m reading what th stats say
Come all, hear the tale of the young and aggravated
Who gets overlooked by the under-calibrated
Realized I ain’t have to fake it and unlocked the other half of my greatness
Now I live in the room where you left your passion waiting
Now I got the sauce, they want jerk me like I’m half-Jamaican
Now that I found God in myself, all the past is waiting
Now that I’m passed away and they want have a plate when I was serving it up on
a platter their chatter was mad complacent
Make me not wanna bring it home when I have the bacon
Connoisseurs across the world can smell what the master’s baking
Outdoor dining, shit, it’s been a long year
Opinionated off rip, ya’ll wait to give (?)
Maybe what I said was right, just spoke it to the wrong ears
Who across the table is important?
And I ain’t really with the bullshit, no no
I’m a cool muhfucka, ain’t a bozo
I ain’t really with the bullshit, no no
I’m a cool muhfucka, ain’t a bozo though
Look at me, I’m cool as shit now
Bad chicks look my music up and wanna get down
I woulda drowned in it back when I used to get round
But I love my woman and know they would be a letdown
I used to pull up to events round town when in the back of my head,
the thought I hoped somebody’d recognize me
Now I fulfill myself and can’t get around town without pounds, shouts like «Yo
fam, you inspire me»
That’s real
Incapable of having a rivalry
Nobody dominates as many styles, got as much drive as me
I will myself to my destiny and they cabbin it, like where files be
Quit tryin me
Sick irony, cause I am who I’m tryna be
I spit direly, sip Irishly
You all in the DMs beggin like, «Bitch, lie to me»
They ain’t heard nothin this sad and this fiery mixed in one moment since Rich
Pryor, b
R.I.P
And I ain’t really with the bullshit, no no
I’m a cool muhfucka, ain’t a bozo
I ain’t really with the bullshit, no no
I’m a cool muhfucka, ain’t a bozo though