The Clown King

They say you can't take life too seriously
You gotta be a clown
Fore' you can be a king
Gotta have a stogie when the fat lady sings
A yellow brick road leading to the diamond rings
Gotta have ass or you gotta have class
Bitch I got both in the front and the back
You looking for the punchline
You only find a smack
Keep talking to the hand and you might get it back
Hey ay ay

They grabbed em they and bagged em and tagged em
My ancestors
Now you're looking at me
Writing poems and love letters
To a generation that lives with all
Information necessary
To be wary of vision from the top
And you know what scares me?
That they bury all the knowledge that surrounds em
With the garbage I mean Carnage
Yeah we the targets of the ones that
Rule over the ones that have none
But just like my man Kendrick said
You get the bread by being
The one in front of the gun
And that's that, she said
She'd love me forever
What a lie, miss America
We Tryna fight the system we the people we hilarious
So bitch, why you still eating chick fil a
Shoulda grabbed some Popeye's
And called it a fuckin day
You're swayed too easily
But you know what would appease me?
To see all of my people free to eat their chicken equally
Free my man big bird, he been in for too long
Gotta bail him out before they
Serve him up with grey poupon

They say you can't take life too seriously
You gotta be a clown
Fore' you can be a king
Gotta have a stogie when the fat lady sings
A yellow brick road leading to the diamond rings
Gotta have ass or you gotta have class
Bitch I got both in the front and the back
You looking for the punchline
You only find a smack
Keep talking to the hand and you might get it back
Hey, ey eyyyyy

Diamonds but they're not on my neck
They're down in my heart and up in my head
They try to shade me cause they know that I'm too bright
They thrive in the darkness, yeah
Thrive in the night
Light on my right
I'm driving too fast
I think I forgot what I'm trying to catch
Break out the papers
Break out the batch
Roll up a spliff and
Try to relax
I'm maxed out, yeah my back's out
I carry the load of them facts, ow!
Spending my life tryna make them a thing of the past
How did this life turn into such of a mess
My stress is relieved by ballin' or falling in love
Or counting the things that I need
But I believe if I keep on getting my geek on
All my needs they escape
Into the greater unknown

They say you can't take life too seriously
You gotta be a clown
Fore' you can be a king
Gotta have a stogie when the fat lady sings
A yellow brick road leading to the diamond rings
Gotta have ass or you gotta have class
Bitch I got both in the front and the back
You looking for the punchline
You only find a smack
Keep talking to the hand and you might get it back
Hey, ey eyyyyy

I'm running with ass
I'm running with class
I'm running with everything thats in the back
I'm running with blues
I'm running with clues
I'm running with everything that's in the news
I'm running with income running with drink
I'm running with everything under the sink
I'm running with green and running with yellow
I'm running with everything that keeps me mellow
Hello
Categorical metaphorical
Lyrical Oracle
Watch em retreat
Got my bag of tricks
Invisible dick
Hanging to the left down to my knee
Free-spirited
Birds hear it
Do a TED talk in a tree
But that's just me
Talking to birds and the bees
Keep telling the crow ta stop
Bothering me
Believe what I say though it's
Outta this world
The polka dot elephant
She told me girl
Your world is on fire
Get outta that tree
You would have better luck under the sea
So I jumped in
The story begins
A mermaid that started without any fins
Sitting on needles and pins
I wait for the day
They develop some sense



Credits
Writer(s): Ivy Spillman
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