Though
the fire was on fire
The wall was bowed
None could see
How about
he thinks he's the king of hobbies?
Hands around with the ones that down on that me
Buzzing around, yeah, delighted
And it's black and it's alright
I cannot be
that for a while
You're natural cool
But you're just a fool You're natural cool
Ha,
ha,
ha, ha, ha, ha
Where's your crown?
Yeah,
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Step down, clown
Oh,
I'm sure it's not of your stalker mind That no
one's gonna
turn around and then be
kind.
Crashed in his fancy world,
he thinks he's to make a laugh.
Red candle be the thrower.
You natural cool,
only much a fool.
Let it down, hoe.
Hey,
hey,
where's your crown?
Hey,
step down, clown.
Hey,
where's your crown?
Hey,
step down, clown.
Clown.
Hey, hey,
where's your crown?
Hey,
step down clown Hey,
there's your crown
Hey,
step down clown