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Childish Gambino
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[Verse 1: beck] Centrifugal force pulling me off-course, in a horse race Changing horses midstream, fourteenth place I'll videotape surveillance playback Sigh you lose face, disgraced, god forbid you Fall off of the face of the earth with chase The black hole of what you thought it was worth today "don't shoot the piano player" I heard them say It was your fault, centrifugal force, you got caught Convict monotonous, a verdict thoughtless As you read it out loud, at least I was being relatively honest Standing in your office trying to speak to some anacondas Leaking sawless from the sawdust While your doppleganger stands copless No one notices, they got their own dramas Drama-rama's mellow dramas You draw commas on the eyes of madonnas And wonder why you can't turn traumas into nirvanas [Verse 2: childish gambino] Don't mess your head up, still run with these young bucks Still runnin' on jet fuel, still pimpin' on what-what What was I thinkin'? I wasn't What am I drinkin'? I'm buzzin' Speakin' of weekends I used to fuck with your cousin I used to rap about nothin', now I rap about nothin' But that nothin' was somethin' that ain't nobody was bumpin' See I still got it boo-boo, just a battle, do you Wonders if you don't wanna be under some gross dude But most girls will do it just for a corner seat at nobu I bet your daughter's perfect, he say it like he know you My daughter isn't living yet, at water village idiot Their flow's dumb, but that royalty's the silliest Now [Verse 3: childish gambino] Someone tell these niggas I ain't fuckin' 'round Fly them all to vegas man we hold it down Livin' for the present, nigga we fuck futures Sippin' on some whiskey, these bitches drinkin' kombucha Recession means more oppression, these niggas will shoot ya Rio de janeiro, these bitches lookin' like xuxa Talk with anacondas, at least I'm bein' honest I'm tryin' to turn these keke palmers into baby mamas Baby mama, I'm your baby, mama Man, let your boy drown, they ain't save me, momma They ain't save me momma They ain't save me momma Silk pillow for that new weave Silk pillow for that new weave
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