Ego Ain't Your Amigo

Oh hi, oh hey, hey man, wow, hello,
What you doin’, how you feelin’, bro? 
Oh what? Oh no… no thank you, no,
I’m gonna pass on the plastic straw.

But did you know
What’s a “fasho”?
No, it’s no typo,
It’s French, for loco.

And racist rhymes with imperialist.
And sexist rhymes with capitalist.

Most just nod, yeah, go with the flow,
Smile at memes, while the world goes “uh-oh!”
Inside I scream, true crime, shitty old show.
Dirty ol’ egos, no soul, they’ll never grow…

Palm trees swayin’ at Mar-a-Loco,
King of sleaze puffin’ lies, hoe gone whacko.
Wears a crown made of lawsuits and low blows,
Grabs pussy because he can… That’s a no-go!

Raped be virgins, a-go-go, exploited,
While ‘em perverts grin, while ‘em files get voided.
Justice gagged, power abused…
Just ICE, and I ain’t freakin’ amused.

Clowns turned fashos, high on plastic straws,
Con men with small dicks ruling the law…

[Chorus]
No spark, just glitter… fake, no halo.
Talk loud, sound bitter… ego ain’t your amigo.
No heart, no rhythm… lies in the limbo.
Bimbos with no flow… ego ain’t your amigo.

Florida bros? Nah, this runs deeper.
Island names dropped, old men, grim reapers..
Cameras glitch, and dead witnesses wit,
The truth gone drowned, down a dirty martini sip

Murder or myth? Who wrote this script?
When ‘em bozos wear suits and the courts just flip…
A convicted felon, small screen sensation,
Ego playin’ hero, in a faux-blessed nation.

This ain’t satire, mama,
It is a dire drama.
Greedy egos gone guns,
Bad jokes, old puns.

No schools, no rights,
Like plight turned blight,
Red trucker hats,
Eatin’ your cats?!

Oh Ego ain’t your amigo…
Please beware of ‘em plastic straws.
May we find a muse who plays ‘em heartstrings,
Making magic, a song we can sing.

Tell me, is it true? Is it fair? Is it fun?
Are we free, or just numb, marchin’ to a drum?
If truth is the joke, and the lie is the show,
What’s a soul to do but blow, blow, and blow?

[Chorus]
No spark, just glitter… fake, no halo.
Talk loud, sound bitter… ego ain’t your amigo.
No heart, no rhythm… lies in the limbo.
Watch close, they slither… ego ain’t your amigo.

Oh hi, oh hey, well hey hey there, hello,
This is song for a world gone loco.
Sing it loud, and diss the plastic straw, bro…
Now you know, ego ain’t your amigo.