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Wack Game

Step right up, step right up Wackside in the building with the balloon pump Cotton candy in one hand, confidence in the other Let’s get goofy ⸻ [Verse 1] Roll in the fair with my nose all red Shoes so big they need their own bed Paint on my face, but the smile real Ladies look twice like “Okay… deal.” I said “Hey miss, wanna win a prize?” She said “Only if you hit that target, guy.” Missed every shot, ball flew sideways Still she laughin’, guess I charm in odd ways ⸻ [Chorus] I’m the clown with the crown at the carnival lights Got jokes so loud they echo all night I trip, I flip, I spill my drink Still somehow they say “He kinda cute, I think.” ⸻ [Verse 2] Tried to act smooth by the funnel cake stand Powdered sugar all over my hands I said “Don’t worry, I clean up nice” She said “Boy, you look like a donut with dreams.” Walk her past the ferris wheel glow Told her “I’m famous… in three small towns you don’t know.” She giggled hard, said “You wild, bro” I said “Yeah, but wait till you see my juggling show.” ⸻ [Chorus] I’m the clown with the crown at the carnival lights Got jokes so loud they echo all night I trip, I flip, I spill my drink Still somehow they say “He kinda cute, I think.” ⸻ [Bridge] I don’t need gold chains, I got balloon rings I twist one dog and suddenly I’m king Confidence loud like the calliope sound Wackside walkin’ like he run this town ⸻ [Verse 3] Met a lady by the dunk tank lane Said “Bet I make you laugh in ten seconds, same?” Pulled out a horn, went honk honk BEEP She laughed so hard almost lost her feet Told her “Girl, I got dreams so big I’m tryna own this fair, every ride, every gig.” She said “You silly, but you brave like that” I said “Brave enough to rock these pants this bright red, factz.” ⸻ [Chorus] I’m the clown with the crown at the carnival lights Got jokes so loud they echo all night I trip, I flip, I spill my drink Still somehow they say “He kinda cute, I think.” ⸻ [Outro] So if you see me by the popcorn stand Shoes too big and a mic in my hand Don’t judge the fit, judge the vibe Wackside clown out here shootin’ his shot — circus style