Clowns

Ticky gotta get ‘em, Ahhh!

I heard you was in love

It’s sad; that guy you love ain’t me

No love for a homie

Ohhh yeah, I could be the one to make you smi-i-ile, babe

But you like when I’m lo-onley

Let me pack my shit and fly away

You’ll be back another day

Off the market I will be

Till then I’mma cry myself to sleep

Bonjour, Hola, maybe Konichiwa

You good? You aight? Or you’re comme ci, comme ca

Wish I could tell you ‘Te amo, Mi amor’

(And to give you one chance) to romper mi Corazon

Anyway, what’s your…hmmm wait, Hello!

The name’s Uncle Tick; Musical Donatello

I see you got a ting for the drip on that fellow

Babes, those are not grills; his teeth are just yellow

Still she want a man with a beard (Think he a loyal type ****)

Most of ‘em out for the booty; they yelling (Shiver me timbers)

I guess I’m a joke cause she always when I’m talking

She just posted, oh shit

Pass me the lotion

I heard you was in love (And the baby wipes too)

It’s sad; that guy you love ain’t me (Oh this you baby?)

No love for a homie (Aight!)

Ohhh yeah, I could be the one to make you smi-i-ile, babe

But you like when I’m lo-onley

Let me pack my shit and fly away

You’ll be back another day

Off the market I will be

Till then I’mma cry myself to sleep

I ain’t like other mans who’ll prolly smash and they dash

Hit from the back and straight up ask you to pack

Like “Can I snuggle a little babe?” (Ayyyy we can’t have that)

Cause I got work in the morning

And I just called you a cab

Oh that’s right, late night you got picked on the curb

I’m a full course meal, oh, glad you observed

The only problem with you, every time that you’re served

With a 5 Star cuisine, you got a thing for Hors d’oeuvres

So please just say it, ummm you like ****

Who got nothing but A1 credit

Uhhh whipping foreign and counting hunnids

You sure talk a lot for someone partying on her daddy’s budget

I heard you was in love

It’s sad; that guy you love ain’t me

No love for a homie

Ohhh yeah, I could be the one to make you smile, oh smile

But you like when I’m lo-onley

Let me pack my shit and fly away

You’ll be back another day

Off the market I will be

Till then I’mma cry myself to sleep

But there’s no sleep for the clowns