Clownface
Luke Larson - 2019
Alright, okay
Alright okay
Alright, okay
Here we go
Fuck a bad bitch from Bombay
Before anybody else, she my bomb bae
Make her head spin like a drunk Beyblade
Send your girl in my direction I'ma get your babe laid
Wallet so deep it sound like Tay Zonday
Fall for a new bitch every single day
Live like Anubis in every single way
Like fuck what you think and fuck what you say
I came, I saw, then I came again
Don't play the game of life for fun - I'm playing to win
Scum fuck rat looking like Songwin
I'm tryna take her friend back to the Hampton Inn
I'm shipping the two of us like Amazon Prime
Tell Gal Gadot "move out the way", you Amazon fine
Tech money rolling in, Amazon dime
Going for my homie's girl, Amazon crime
Stopped texting first, we ain't speak in a month
Born in the Year of the Tiger now I'm sick of the hunt
I'm sorry honey, I don't mean to be blunt
But I feel like I should kick you right in the
Uh, sorry about that
I got a little bit... carried away there
My ex was taken
Boyfriend look like a farmer
Said she'll never fuck an Asian
Then I put a chink in her armor
Eating all these disbelievers up, where the rest at?
Name one thing I ain't the motherfuckin best at
Bitches with my patience, why they always tryna test that?
She say she my X, but baby where your chest at?
Sorry honey, things fall apart - Okonkwo
My last hoe plateaued as a wedding no-show
Solo, loco, getting laid in Tokyo
Lipo and FOMO, that's your motto YOLO
How many people do I gotta cut to make it to the top
This shit a Fantano-certified bop
Feel some type of way when I see that crop top
My life ain't a sitcom, ain't that shock?
Telling me she cuffed, but I don't see a ring
I do three things: code, fuck, and sing
Iced up, like foreign chink bling
You ain't on my level, you hang by a string
Fuckboy aesthetic
Bitches gravitate to me, I'm magnetic
Kama Sutra, I read it
Rob your dinero girl, I get it
Me plus you, that's basic addition
Your man's out of date, I'm the latest edition
He's washed up like the remix to ignition
His personality shit, I'm like nuclear fission
Move to California I gentrify the whole state
Talk shit about Ohio - we the realest state
Own two islands in my real estate
Caligula vibes, gotta seal me away
Oof
This shit is harder uh... than it sounds
Damn
I wax philosophical
My lyrics diabolical
My charisma is optical
Catch me in the hospital
Rep the 216, my body in dipped in Styx
Fuck with 811 throw your name on the ban list
Cut out your tongue if you mention my damn lisp
Then you can slit your wrist honey, I insist
My rides are free and carbon neutral
Your girl ride me back to the future
Never the student, yeah I'm always the tutor
3 Grand in a minute, you still working at Hooters
Got shit to say? Say it to my face
Appropriating culture, I'm wearing clownface
Took a dick pic, phone ran out of space
Bow to me humans, I'm from outer space
Digital Harry Potter fluent in Python
Tight flow like Bar Mitzvah boys with their ties on
Waiting on my record deal, until then I'ma shine on
Cosign my name tangent to the dotted line
Alright
Till next time
Luke Larson out
Alright, okay
Alright okay
Alright, okay
Here we go
Fuck a bad bitch from Bombay
Before anybody else, she my bomb bae
Make her head spin like a drunk Beyblade
Send your girl in my direction I'ma get your babe laid
Wallet so deep it sound like Tay Zonday
Fall for a new bitch every single day
Live like Anubis in every single way
Like fuck what you think and fuck what you say
I came, I saw, then I came again
Don't play the game of life for fun - I'm playing to win
Scum fuck rat looking like Songwin
I'm tryna take her friend back to the Hampton Inn
I'm shipping the two of us like Amazon Prime
Tell Gal Gadot "move out the way", you Amazon fine
Tech money rolling in, Amazon dime
Going for my homie's girl, Amazon crime
Stopped texting first, we ain't speak in a month
Born in the Year of the Tiger now I'm sick of the hunt
I'm sorry honey, I don't mean to be blunt
But I feel like I should kick you right in the
Uh, sorry about that
I got a little bit... carried away there
My ex was taken
Boyfriend look like a farmer
Said she'll never fuck an Asian
Then I put a chink in her armor
Eating all these disbelievers up, where the rest at?
Name one thing I ain't the motherfuckin best at
Bitches with my patience, why they always tryna test that?
She say she my X, but baby where your chest at?
Sorry honey, things fall apart - Okonkwo
My last hoe plateaued as a wedding no-show
Solo, loco, getting laid in Tokyo
Lipo and FOMO, that's your motto YOLO
How many people do I gotta cut to make it to the top
This shit a Fantano-certified bop
Feel some type of way when I see that crop top
My life ain't a sitcom, ain't that shock?
Telling me she cuffed, but I don't see a ring
I do three things: code, fuck, and sing
Iced up, like foreign chink bling
You ain't on my level, you hang by a string
Fuckboy aesthetic
Bitches gravitate to me, I'm magnetic
Kama Sutra, I read it
Rob your dinero girl, I get it
Me plus you, that's basic addition
Your man's out of date, I'm the latest edition
He's washed up like the remix to ignition
His personality shit, I'm like nuclear fission
Move to California I gentrify the whole state
Talk shit about Ohio - we the realest state
Own two islands in my real estate
Caligula vibes, gotta seal me away
Oof
This shit is harder uh... than it sounds
Damn
I wax philosophical
My lyrics diabolical
My charisma is optical
Catch me in the hospital
Rep the 216, my body in dipped in Styx
Fuck with 811 throw your name on the ban list
Cut out your tongue if you mention my damn lisp
Then you can slit your wrist honey, I insist
My rides are free and carbon neutral
Your girl ride me back to the future
Never the student, yeah I'm always the tutor
3 Grand in a minute, you still working at Hooters
Got shit to say? Say it to my face
Appropriating culture, I'm wearing clownface
Took a dick pic, phone ran out of space
Bow to me humans, I'm from outer space
Digital Harry Potter fluent in Python
Tight flow like Bar Mitzvah boys with their ties on
Waiting on my record deal, until then I'ma shine on
Cosign my name tangent to the dotted line
Alright
Till next time
Luke Larson out
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