Lyrics: Ioannis Karavassilis
Music: Ioannis Karavassilis/Birk Preisler Bønløkke
You try brush dirt off your shoulder
Keep on trying but you're getting older
Found "truth", but you're getting colder
Try to fight the feeling, but it stays the same
Ooh you know how to slap that bass
Keep parked up on your throne
Can’t find some time alone
Just please turn off your phone
Please clean up your act cause you look like a clown
Please clean up your act cause you look like a clown
Got no pot to piss in
Take time off “Doctors prescription”
No job, say you got a mission
Stopped too soon, it’s intermission
Daddy’s got a big ass wallet
You’ll fail I can almost call it
No pride that a bug could haul it
You ****ed up bad I’ll give some solace
Keep parked up on your throne
Can’t find some time alone
Just please turn off your phone
Please clean up your act cause you look like a clown
Please clean up your act cause you look like a clown
Ooh you always always say that you’re a special one
But no, if you really dig in deep you’ll see what you’ve become
Where did it all go wrong for you friend
You took the path that was laid for you friend
When did the status, and the money corrupt you
Please clean up your act cause you look like a clown