BOZOS - Marlon Craft

If you love 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 supposed 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, thy all like, «Congrats, mang»

Something don’t add up, I’m reading what th 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 past is waiting

Now that I’m passed away and they want have a plate when I was serving it up on

a platter their chatter was mad complacent

Make me 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, ya’ll wait to give (?)

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 muhfucka, ain’t a bozo

I ain’t really with the bullshit, no no

I’m a cool muhfucka, 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 when 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

And I ain’t really with the bullshit, no no

I’m a cool muhfucka, ain’t a bozo

I ain’t really with the bullshit, no no

I’m a cool muhfucka, ain’t a bozo though