49ers orange shirt feat dc pierson

Childish Gambino

Whoa
What d you get, amnesia?
I bet you wouldn t sleep on me if I was Lil Weezy, huh?
Bet you wouldn t sleep on me if I was in a band or something
And my bank balance were around a grand or something
Ask you something:
Do you think I m common like sense it?
That heaven didn t send this
Uniquely perfect dude so just discard me like a toy, then
But you know, I know, I d make a damn good boyfriend
Oil can, oil can
You think I m the tin man
You took my little heart and you kicked it like a tin can
Ain t you heard I got the kind of shine can make your skin tan?
In the lean time don t come crying for the thin man
In the mean time I ll be building my portfolio
All these other dudes eradicated like polio
With any luck you ll see me everywhere like Starbucks
I bet you wanna fuck me when it s time to star fuck

I didn t have green like an Arizona front lawn
Now they try to touch my face like an iphone
Now I m all gassed up like Exxon
Girls see the money like I fucking got checks on
I don t even know if this girl really likes me
Picking up the check like I m working at Nike
Talking to this girl and I m thinking that she s into me
Then I find out she s trying to break in the industry
That s really lame
I still hit it
But I refuse to be home girl s meal ticket
I m looking for a sick girl to be a part of me
Not a girl who will try to Mccartney me
Yes, homie I m a man of my word
Got this shit in the can like a toilet of turd
And, yes, these gold diggers trying to get at my sperm
Well, I m not a 49ers fan, in case you haven t heard
I know my girl out there somewhere
And if you hear this, you should come here
Unless you don t give head like a weird beer
Elroy, Bam-B, yeah, I m outta here