Clowning 3

Yeah Clown on me I clown on you But I never look down on you Yeah Clown on me I clown on you But I never look down on you You hating Not unusual There’s Clowning 1 No clowning 2 Clowning 3 for all of you Smile through the pain I do Every time I’m in the booth Because I feel like I’m failing you The show goes on I’m telling you You think I’m delirious But me I’m being serious I’m curious of eerieness If my career is ending Am I fighting relevance Or is that even relevant I didn’t need to write This shit I did it for the hell of it If I exist then you exist Why is there bloods? Why is there crips? I guess I’m on my gangsta shit That don’t match the flow I spit Like I said Yeah, Clown on me I clown on you But I never look down on you Clown on me I clown on you But I never look down on you You hating Not unusual There’s clowning 1 No clowning 2 Clowning 3 for all of you Clown shoes with some Malibu Some Ciroque And Jack Daniel’s too Substitute my food with booze And take the anger out on you Irony you selfish, ooh Sean you know that this is true What the f*ck is wrong with you I Don’t know what you’re coming to? You let them make a fool of you How dull of you We all know you’re foolin’ too Yeah You play these stupid games you do Even when you joke you’re honest That’s why it’s hard to tell when It’s hard to tell When You clown on me I clown on you But I never look down at you Yeah You clown on me I clown on you But I never look down on you You hating Not unusual There’s clowning 1 no clowning 2 Clowning 3 Who’s clowning who? Clowning 3 Who’s clowning who?