Bozos

Lyrics

[Verse 1] If you loved 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 'posed 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, thеy all like, "Congrats, mane" Something don't add up, I'm rеading what the 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 pastors waitin' Now that I'm past the waitin', they want have a plate When I was serving it up on a platter, their chatter was mad complacent Make me want 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, y'all wait to give raw deal Maybe what I said was right, just spoke it to the wrong ears Who across the table is important [Chorus] And I ain't really with the bullshit, no, no I'm a cool ma'fucker, ain't a bozo I ain't really with the bullshit, no, no I'm a cool ma'fucker, ain't a bozo though [Verse 2] 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 with 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 [Chorus] And I ain't really with the bullshit, no, no I'm a cool ma'fucker, ain't a bozo I ain't really with the bullshit, no, no I'm a cool ma'fucker, ain't a bozo though