Marlon Craft - Bozos lyrics
Marlon Craft [Marlon Sean Cirker] Manhattan, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Marlon Craft - Bozos lyrics]
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
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
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 rIP
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
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
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
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 rIP
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