Clowns

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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 thе drip on that fellow
Babes, those arе not grills; his teeth are just yellow
Still she want a man with a beard (Think he a loyal type nigga)
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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 niggas
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

[Chorus]
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