Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BOZOS, artist - Marlon Craft. Date of issue: 20.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |