Ain't a Clown

No tats in my face
No shit spinnin in my veins
No dreadlock no sellout are allowed in my place
No I ain't a fucking clown
Hey I ain't a fucking clown
No I ain't a fucking clown
I ain't a fucking clown

Hippety-hoppety
Your shit feels hipped
Not gonna hop on your lamish song
You fucking suck
Little lame duck
Mumbling everytime about
How thug you are
About
How drugs you got
About
All the selfish shit you did
And the women you put yo dick in
Y'all look like a colored duster forming a multicolored hive
But the worst thing of all is that they don't sing in live and I know why
They're too stoned and got no vocal skills at all
Autotune fakes what they're real skills are
None
They're only good to show their gold chain and gun
And I ask myself
How this mumble reach the top chart?
First
Most of people are dumb
Second
Consumism is what y'all want
Third
Majors wanna sedate the youth
So future workers won't debate and they can keep run on the state
Wake up mate!
It's not too late
To change this messy game
Life's not just money and fame
Don't forget what's love and pain
And never let them shut your mouth

No tats in my face
No shit spinnin in my veins
No dreadlock no sellout are allowed in my place
No I ain't a fucking clown
Hey I ain't a fucking clown
No I ain't a fucking clown
I ain't a fucking clown



Credits
Writer(s): Ilmantas Saniukas
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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