Clarence
Clarence, I've been having nightmares
Will you spoon me 'til I fall asleep?
Mama's boy coming out the Sas' man
Let me live
Like my bacon grease up in the pot
With cheddar grits
Thrift store budget
I made that shit look like the Ritz
I'm gon' crash out on the mic
And then it's back to snatchin' wigs
I might clack clack clack clack a fan because its giving
Kiki with a midi and I made that shit a living
See me in the wild, I'm high on faggotry, I'm spinning
Fix your face bitch, don't be mad because I'm winning
Pause, give em that oo la la
I throw my jewelry on
I'm so unserious
This sound like etouffee
This sound like chocolate gravy
Man it's a good fuckin' day to be a southern baby
Hangin' out the car and I'm driving round my city
Whoa
Speeding to the function
Bitch go why are you fucking slow
Hangin' out the car and I'm driving round my city
Whoa
Speeding to the function
Bitch go why are you fucking slow
Slow
Slow
Slow
Traffic
Man
I've been dope since my pop was watchin' "What Not to Wear"
Hannah was in the kitchen with Mamaw playin' some solitaire
Strangers talkin' to me like family like I'm in foster care
All because I make my porridge hot the boy is Papa Bear
My golden locks turned brown
My eyes are greyer now and I'm gayer now
And I'm faded more like denim worn in summer time
And I'm prayin' more 'cause you know Little Rock goes crazy
Cheech is still strapped
B Heard's still sellin' baby
I'm out the way
Oh Clarence, oh Clarence you're too kind to me
This ain't really pop, this is bubble rap
It ain't really much just a little snack
Comin' out the box this is bubble rap
From my bag of tricks in my nap sack
Blossom buttercup, this is bubble rap
Come and take a puff
It's a power pack
Hangin' out the car and I'm driving round my city
Whoa
Speeding to the function
Bitch go why are you fucking slow
Hangin' out the car and I'm driving round my city
Whoa
Speeding to the function
Bitch go why are you fucking slow
Slow
Slow
Slow