MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
childish gambino - baby boy
Little hands, little feet
Tiny heart, tiny beat
Oh, thinkin' 'bout the time we spent falling in love together
I don't wanna leave you, I don't wanna deceive you
But oh, when mama cries from daddy's lies
Oh my, please don't take him away, mama
Don't take him away, oh
'Cause I've had my time, oh!
Don't take my baby boy
Don't take my pride and joy
I hope I stay close, I hope I stay close
All the pain, all the tears
Many nights, many years
This love for me is fading
You waited, but I never came home to you
I've never lied about us
We were never supposed to be together
When you see me with some other one
And they know your son
Oh, please don't take him away
You said you won't but you will, yes you will
'Cause I've had my time, oh!
Don't take my baby boy
Don't take my pride and joy
I hope I stay close, I hope I stay close
(Don't take my baby boy)
There was a time before you
And there will be a time after you
(Don't take my pride and joy)
Though these bodies are not our own
(I hope I stay close)
Walk tall, little one, walk tall
(Don't take my baby boy)
(Don't take my pride and joy)
Let me hold you, let me hold you
(I hope I stay close)
childish gambino - not going back
It seems like they all want me to fail
But Iâ??m not goinâ?? back
Not goinâ?? back, baby
Please tell me you donâ??t want me to fail
â??cause Iâ??m not goinâ?? back
Not goinâ?? back
I coulda been a tragedy
Thatâ??s why these fake niggas who call me pussy are mad at me
â??cause they ainâ??t have the smarts or the heart
Ainâ??t you read the fuckinâ?? book? things fall apart
I was never gonna stay the same
All I ever really wanted was to change the game
Spent the year kickinâ?? ass and takinâ?? names
Try to tell it to your heart, taylor dayne
Mama told me I was special when them test scores came in
Callinâ?? the new will smith, thatâ??s jaden
Callinâ?? me a faggot when Iâ??m rappinâ??, thatâ??s hatinâ??
I need to slow down, what the fuck is yâ??all sayinâ???
Step inside the party, yâ??all niggas is mood killers
My lifestyle simple, live easy and bruce willis
Iâ??m the boss, michael scott, yâ??all bitches is just phyllis
Set the world on fire, yâ??all motherfuckers is chillinâ??, what is this?
Thatâ??s why these fuckinâ?? mcs want their asses back
Donâ??t you know that Iâ??m a rapist? ask a track
Whiskey-sippinâ??, wanna drink the whole bottle
But these smart middle-class black kids need a role model
Fuckinâ?? hate me, thatâ??s what Iâ??m used to
Suck a dick, we the shit, metamucil
God damn, man, thereâ??s gotta be a better way
Than pill-poppinâ?? all these drugs so I can stay awake
Like Iâ??m jessie in this bitch, Iâ??m so excited
Thereâ??s a party at the top, you ainâ??t invited
But itâ??s lame, and all the bitches is fake
You think about your old girl and how breakinâ?? upâ??s a mistake
Black dudes assume Iâ??m closeted or kinda gay
White people confused like girl on glee and gabourey
I am donald is a full-time job
These niggas want me to fail so they can write me off
It seems like they all want me to fail
But Iâ??m not goinâ?? back
Not goinâ?? back, baby
Please tell me you donâ??t want me to fail
â??cause Iâ??m not goinâ?? back
Not goinâ?? ba-ack
Dirty girls love my dick, theyâ??re cockroaches
Jewish girls eat my meat, itâ??s not kosher
Relax, black chick, I think that I have offended thee
Got nothinâ?? against the sistas, I just donâ??t think theyâ??re into me
I am not a thug, aka what they pretend to be
I am just myself, aka my worst enemy
Yeah, bitch, cut the swag with a fuckinâ?? knife
I come hard like my life keep her pussy tight
Itâ??s cool, though, itâ??s all good
You want a dude who keep it real, and stay hood
Iâ??m sorry, babe, but I act me
I donâ??t act black, whatever that be
Iâ??m just happy these girls seem into me now
Yeah, they lookinâ?? for some in n out, animal style
With this lettuce, cheese, bread, makinâ?? sandwiches
Thatâ??s why you niggas fail like all of your parentsâ?? marriages
Ran into rashida jones, told me that she heard my song
When I called her mixed like the crowd at my last show
She said to write her somethinâ?? nice on the next track
But she cute, so I wrote her ass a whole rap
Man, I threw that shit away, it felt dumb
Believe me, it was bad, weâ??re better off, youâ??re welcome
I worked hard on that song like day and night
That whole song, made this one verse crazy, right?
I guess it all goes somewhere, you know that
Like that bullshit you talked before culdesac
â??I didnâ??t know he had it in â??im!â?
Couldnâ??t see me as spiderman, but now Iâ??m spittinâ?? venom
Now you payinâ?? attention, pick your fuckinâ?? face up
When I wanna be a superhero I just wake up
Renaissance man with a hollywood buzz
I refuse to go back to not likinâ?? who I was
Because
Fake love, these fake dreams
These fake sounds
All the things that we felt
Your voice was screaming too loud
I know what youâ??re ready to be
But it isnâ??t with me
So Iâ??m ready to leave you alone
I donâ??t really wanna fight like this
I donâ??t ever wanna lose your kiss
All I ever wanted was someone to hold on to
I just wanna be your girl
Everything you havenâ??t heard, plus
I just wanna be with you
(with you) with you
(with you) with you
(with you) I just wanna be with you
(with you) with you
(with you) with you
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
childish gambino - for the fans
Childish Gambino, yeah, I got that swagger
Yeah, a hater mad but it just donâ??t matter
These girls all know that I got that cheddar
But it on a sandwich and eat it off a platter
My mouth vacationinâ??, chillinâ?? on her lawn
Itâ??s amazing how Iâ??m off but Iâ??m on
Lame niggas try to make a move like pawn
Iâ??m the one and only Bambi no fawn
Give me that track, man, leave it to professionals
I am just a rapper, man, talk like a vegetable
Donâ??t be surprised, my face donâ??t change
A nigga make waves like a baseball game
Iâ??mma do me so hard Iâ??ll get pregnant
Will I have another me? Nigga, trick question
Thereâ??s only one of me like the G in this sentence
G for Gambino, wear a crown like dentures
Thanks to the fans, love ya like family
No I donâ??t remember when my mouth lost its sanity
Nerdy girls, hipster, Frye boots, hoodie
Make me wanna fuck the whole word in a good way
And if I canâ??t say he is so handsome
Get like me, thatâ??s the sick boy anthem
I am just a rapper, so Iâ??m not speakinâ??
And I wonâ??t stop like a vampireâ??s weekend
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sickâ?¦
(Is hip-hop hereditary? I donâ??t know
Oh, the boys move fast, you should take it slow
Well, we all need someone to tell us when to go
A beat-box imaginary in the show
All your shell-toes lined up in a row
All your favorite breaks, your favorite Elo)
childish gambino - for your love
I do not talk, I am just a rapper
I am just a rapper
Gambino keep it jumping
These niggas don't know nothing
I keep a girl shaky like her pussy lips is krumping
It's that dude that don't say shit
Leave the ad-libs at the door
Because I am just a rapper like the condoms on my floor
Nigga look at me
Man, yeah I'm all geeked out
Got the tortoise shell frames, Tom Ford pea coat
I'm a lot more dope, I'm a lot more fly
And my wallet stay fat, but I starve my tie
Yeah, these girls loose change
Gotta spend those dimes
Haven't seen real niggas in a long ass time
Nigga I'm so stange, so weird, unusual
Sipping on that whiskey, it's a brain cell funeral
I'll tell you why I'm different, I do this like a nun
Cause I don't give a fuck, I do this shit for fun
A nigga All That like I'm hanging out with Kel
Yes, I hit her g-spot, so I ring her Taco Bell
I got a lot of swagger, lets me get away with all of it
Like I ate a turd, real shit is all I nigga spit
I don't play around with these women, I might fuck a bitch
The game's a corporation and your nigga's Erin Brockovich
I'm murdering this beat as if nobody was watching me
Rapping over Grizzly Bear and now these hipsters sponsor me
My mouth is this good, just imagine what my dick can do
Force Feed Radio, bitch that's what you're listening to
My girl wears Pampers, I fuck the shit out of her
'Bout to blow up, yeah my swag is the Challenger
These Scrubs are reclusive, J.D, Salinger
March on these niggas like they fucking with the calendar
If I wasn't this good, how the fuck did I get this far?
Gambino stay fly. So up, I'm Pixar
Hold up dude, I think you made a mistake
Don't forget to mention me with Wale, Cudi and Drake bitch
childish gambino - we ain t them
Picking out my fro with my fist comb
I got a tab at the Stone baby, this long
My little brother was having a little trouble
I hope that he doesn't care that it's in this song
Korean town lunchin', talking 'bout how to run things
He said Atlanta wanted something
Waka, Jeezy, and Future got the streets locked down
Copycats making sure Tip keep that crown
I'm fucking 'round with the truth, went to see The Roots
Quest brought me back on stage in a suit
I went hard cause niggas say that I'm soft
Even Black Thought thought I made it a little hard, I gotta be honest
Feeling like the other stuff is kinda behind us
Making jokes here and there done got us some dollars
I'm tryna show the whole world what it is and it ain't a game
He said homie stay the course, ain't shit changed
Weird night and everybody was tipsy
Hanging out with Questlove reminiscing 'bout Whitney
He like, "Man, we can't even make it to 50?!"
That reminds me - I sent a long text message to my mom and pop
I got the same speech when I left 30 Rock
My mom like "Why you wanna leave a good job?"
My dad like "Do your thing, boy, don't stop"
Shout out to my nigga Lud, shout out to my nigga Swank
For hanging at the crib and telling me what you think
Speak from your heart and never compromise what you feel is real
And never let these white people tell you how to feel
Never let anybody tell you how to feel
I wanted what they had back in the fourth grade
Family vacas, you know I did it all
Just to see my little sis by a waterfall
My great granddad bought his own freedom
Walk barefoot to Virginia to start his own peanut farm
So don't be alarmed - man I'm royalty
Jam of the week, V103
No cosign, no bovine
More swag, pull back on the punchlines
Starving, every track means lunch time
I'm a star, how could I not shine?
Fuck boys chase hype-track chicks
And niggas who stopped texting after 1.6
Dg Lover ain't nothing to fuck wit'
D-Money ain't nothing to fuck wit'
And what's a leader if he isn't reluctant
Too bad for y'all, I'm blasting off
I'm not Asher Roth, I don't sleep on my bread
Dick riders stay close, I might flash a ball
Sometimes, all this shit make a nigga feel guilty
I used to sleep with them roaches
Back of my mind though, I hope the show gets cancelled
Maybe then I can focus
Hawaii touch down, go ahead baby put your shades on
East Side! East Side to the gravestone!
Brown liquor, but my girl in Bed-Stuy
Nigga, you got Drive like a sale at Best Buy
Hold up, hold up, we can do better
Put my voice on the track, man that shit is much wetter
At the studio at 8 Am
Hit the booth then eat, nigga we ain't them, nigga we ain't them!
Drop a line at your Facebook status
Said that shit about a week ago, you still mad at us
If there's something on your chest, nigga let it out
Cause I'm the best - da da da
childish gambino - kids
[Hook]
If we were kids
I'd want to give you everything that you would want
Those other boys
They gave you toys, but all they wanna do is
Keep up
Keep up, keep up, keep up
That's all I want, keep up
Keep up with me, keep up
Keep up
Keep up, keep up, keep up
That's all I want, keep up
Keep up with me, keep up
[Verse 1]
I guess I'm fucking now
I'm getting used to it
It's cause I shine, and I ain't gotta use a crucifix
Fuck the fussing and fighting and arguing to this and that
And "Why you bein' mean to me Donald?" I never texted back
I know it's comin' quick, wishin' I could fast forward
Tell these nice girls they're the reason that I'm an asshole
Omega to alpha male because of that dollar bill
When I worked the mail room I ain't have a shot in hell
I called her ass for two months and heard shit from her
These girls couldn't care less when the chips under
The chips are up and on my shoulder, you heard me?
I take it out on girls who don't even deserve it
The Girls I tried to hit last year, I still might
Karmas a bitch who doesn't suck, but I still like
If we were kids I had the black K-swiss and reebok
If we were kids I wouldn?t act like this but we not
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
You made a mistake
These dudes man you bathing in apes
Finding you is like finding Asians I hate
But they say I got a fetish, nah I?m skipping all of it
Black or white girls come with a set of politics
That?s all I was saying
I?m a proud man
They wanna holla when they see your name on SoundScan
Her name Mercedes but she push a brown Focus
And she?s doing coke in front of me, but act like I don?t notice
"There any breakage in that Trojan?"
She see what she wanna see
So I make her take plan B in front of me
Women talk shit on men like all day
But it's Pete Wentz, goes both ways
They too busy stabbing hoes like OJ
They too busy trapping pros like Kobe
The only thing I put before me is do re
If you had told me the truth we?d be ok
[Hook]
childish gambino - all the shine
[verse 1]
what the fuck do y'all niggas really want?
i went with realness instead
but all the real niggas i know either crazy or dead
yeah, i dropped the free ep for these other kids to feel a lot
niggas keep asking on whether this dude's for real or not
i'm not trying to come hard, i'm trying to come me
that's why these older songs that i used to make i'd release free
what's the point of rap if you can't be yourself, huh?
that's why i come first like my cell phone
i'm a role model, i am not these other guys
i rap about my dick and talk about what girls is fly
i know it's dumb, that's the fucking reason i'm doing it
so why does everyone have a problem with talking stupid shit?
or is it real shit?
'cause sometimes that stupid shit is real shit
like when you make out with your best friend's baby sis
you know the one with short hair you used to babysit?
see, that's not even right
you with a different girl like each and every fucking night
and kiss her while she's sleeping and sneak out the front to catch a flight
that's not life, dude
it's just making up for fucks i missed in high school
i keep it wrapped until i meet the right one
'cause i ain't mumford, i ain't tryin' to have sons
all i wanted was some more like ashton
i ain't the coolest but i know i got passion
i got passion!
[hook]
i really wanna do right and it doesn't matter
we've got all the shine we need to find
i really wanna do right and it doesn't matter
we've got all the shine we need to find
baby, i'm okay. she said, why you gotta act so strange?
i said, baby, i'm okay. she said, why you gotta act so strange?
i said, baby, i'm okay. she said, why you gotta act so strange?
baby, i'm okay. she said, why you gotta act so strange?
[verse: 2]
am i serious? i don't even know
are you hearing this? this shit is laughable
i ain't trying, i'm doing, these other rappers are foolish
i got fame, my a&r's a computer
is there room in the game for a lame who rhymes?
who wears short-shorts and makes jokes sometimes?
my nigga like, i'd get you mtv if i could, man
but pitchfork only likes rappers who crazy or hood, man
so, i guess we gon' see
i ain't curren$y, but if there ain't money in my name please murder me
sometimes i feel like i ain't supposed to be here
sometimes i wake up, i don't want to be here
my mom loved to text me psalm verses
she don't look at me like i'm the same person
i used to be the sweet one, but things change
and i don't want them missing a son like bone's last name
and all my uncles alcoholics, shame on me
i drink whiskey till i'm grounded, no tv
i wanna go inside the club with no gold piece
and walk in with no i.d. and no i.d
no matter how far the hood seems
we all still got hood dreams
i always wanted to get picked on the cool team
but alone is exactly how i should be
[hook]
i really wanna do right and it doesn't matter
we've got all the shine we need to find
i really wanna do right and it doesn't matter
we've got all the shine we need to find
we really wanna do right and it doesn't matter
we've got all the shine we need to find
we really wanna do right and it doesn't matter
we've got all the shine we need to find
we need to find
we need to find
baby, i'm okay. she said, why you gotta act so strange?
i said, baby, i'm okay. she said, why you gotta act so strange?
childish gambino - let it go
Ugh, no excuses or apologies
Ain't no way in hell they ain't goin say the I embody this
I be killing every nigga breathing bronchitis's
I be killing every nigga breathing bronchitis's
Let em know
No excuses or apologies
Ain't no way in hell they ain't goin say the I embody this
I be killing every nigga breathing bronchitis's
I be killing every nigga breathing
Fandango my mandingo
We should do a movie
Groupies looking like the yakuza in my Jacuzzi
Excuze me I'm on the ooie
My pockets on life with louie
Euros is different colours my wallet look like a coogi
He who speaking the least is chief keepin the peace
Leaving seeds in your niece
Praying that she ain't late
Spraying like that Ak
Now that shit my name sake
Bino you so nasty
Ass like an ash tray
I'm smoking larry lotus
Used to be Jehovahs
Im in your girl and now she feel in polish like perogies
They hopping that they smoke us
Na dude never that
Trippin of that earwax, danny brown and these stacks
Ill pandemic, man that shit be everywhere
Midas is your hienus and you hobo like gummy bears
Why I'm fly like cockpit you no fly like ostrich
Stupid shit like moshpit
Can't believe this is toxic
Ain't goin say that I embody this
You ain't goin say that I embody this
Mutha fucka let em know
You ain't say that I embody this
Mutha fucka tell this mutha fucka dat ain't know
Let em know
childish gambino - 3005
[Hook]
No matter what you say or what you do
When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you
Fuck these other niggas, I'll be right by your side
Till 3005, hold up
[Verse 1]
Hold up, wait a minute, all good just a week ago
Crew at my house and we party every weekend so
On the radio, that's my favorite song
Made me bounce around, like I don't know, like I won't be here long
Now the thrill is gone
Got no patience, cause I'm not a doctor
Girl why is you lying, girl why you Mufasa
Yeah, mi casa su casa, got a stripper like Gaza
Got so high off volcanoes, now the flow is so lava
Yeah, we spit that saliva, iPhone got message from Viber
Either the head is so hydra, or we let bygones be bygones
"My God, you pay for your friends?" I'll take that as a compliment
Got a house full of homies, why I feel so the opposite?
Incompetent ain't the half of it
Saturdays we Young Lavish-ing
Saddest shit, is I'm bad as it
These they took from the cabinet (woah)
Sorry, I'm just scared of the future
Till 3005, I got your back, we can do this, hold up
[Hook x2]
No matter what you say or what you do
When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you
Fuck these other niggas, I'll be right by your side
Till 3005
Hold up (hold up) x8
[Verse 2]
I used to care what people thought
But now I care more
Man nobody out here's got it figured out
So therefore, I've lost all hope of a happy ending
Depending on whether or not it's worth it
So insecure, no one's perfect
We spend it, with no shame
We blow that, like Coltrane
We in here, like Rogain
Or leave it, like Cobain
And when I'm long gone, whole crew sing a swan song
Cause we all just ticking time bombs, got a lambo like Lebron's mom
And no matter where all of my friends go
Emily, Fam, and Lorenzo
All of them people my kinfolk
At least I think so
Can't tell
Cause when them checks clear, they're not here
Cause they don't care
It's kinda sad, but I'm laughing whatever happens
Assassins are stabbed in the back of my cabin
Labrador yapping
I'm glad that it happened, I mean it
Between us, I think there's something special
And if I lose my mental, just hold my hand
Even if you don't understand, hold up
[Hook X2]
[Outro]
We did it! Yay!
Nigga you so thirsty
childish gambino - sunrise
[verse 1]
yeah nigga, it's me again
i'm still around, i guess i win
you hear me in your sister's room like all the time
gambino girl forever on that bracelet that she bought online
to dudes who couldn't take it, might i say, ?hasta luega?
cause i'm taking all your city like i'm carmen san diego
i'm smoking, i'm on fire
i am blazin', don't get hurt
to my wifeys it's they concert
to my black nerds this is church
from that nyu dorm to the emirate
everyone hated me, i'm more hip hop than you'll ever be
im bustin', bustin' bustin', bustin' on these niggas man
and nothin, nothing nothin, nothin is the same again
you lookin dumb as hell man for ever sleeepin' on him
your girl is not around, she busy sleepin on him
will he fail?
now that's the wrong conversation
terry gross on the mic, im the talk of the nation, uh
[hook x2]
hey, what it do bitch?
why these other rappers do shit stupid?
while they be sleepin' i be onto that new shit
while they be sleepin' i be onto that new shit
[verse 2]
new shit
you didn't know?
black rock like a fuckin' lost episode
somethin' for these black kids to call they own
so when you skatin' in your driveway, you not alone
she stay down like that new coat that i bought her
and the fly rihanna girls be drinkin' my coconut water
and i'm lookin' at her butt
thats that 20/20 hindsight
my shit be jackson, jordan, bolton, keaton, tyson: 5 mikes
donald glover, no relation
always workin', no vacation
they couldn't feel me, no vocation
murder versus the only motive was motivation
money equals freedom
i've wanted this since a three-year-old
i've seen it all, like i'm john mann's penis hole
bein' me, that's something that's so unusual
i've seen the future, and the future go
[hook x2]
[outro]
can't you hear me baby?
can't you hear me callin' out your name?
can't you hear me baby?
oh, can't you hear me callin' out your name?
childish gambino - silk pillow
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 to 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
Eking solace out of the sawdust
While your doppleganger stands copless
No one notices, they got their own dramas
Drama-rama's melodramas
You draw commas on the eyes of madonnas
And wonder why you can't turn traumas into nirvanas
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, Atwater Village idiot
Their flow's dumb, but that royalty's the silliest
Now
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
childish gambino - toxic
Flow so pneumonia, yo bitch want my boner
I take her round the corner then I gave the ho a bonus
Bitches wanna bone us, we ain't cubic zirconia
But I will never own 'em so to me them bitches loners
On the deck, and a tongue flip like the "my" in "My Sharona"
Got her drip, drip, drippin' like that lemon and Corona
Bank roll thick like that neck on Sabonis
But I will never trick, you just get dick and balonis
Take that tenderoni, and now she ride my pony
And cheese came with it like a snatch of pepperoni
I'm an O.G. I'm with Cg
You a he-she, nigga run you back like a repeat
I'mma pill poppin' Et, Givenchy on a ten-speed
Hot like Britney, in '03 ya know me
Smokin' on that Toxic, sippin' on an O.E
Dippin' in that Molly got me higher than some Flow C
Too high, can't come down
Too high, can't come down
Too high, can't come down
Too high, can't come down
Fandango my mandingo, we should do a movie
Groupies lookin' like the Yakuza in my Jacuzzi
Excuse me I'm on that ooey, my pockets are life with Louis
Euros is different colors, my wallet look like a Coogi
He who speakin' the least is Chief Keefin' the peace
Leavin' seeds in yo niece, prayin' that she ain't late
Sprayin' like that Ak, now that shit my namesake
'Bino you so nasty, ass like an ashtray
Smokin' Flying Lotus, used to be Jehovah's
I'm in yo girl and now she feeling Polish like perogies
They hopin' that they smoke us
N'aw man, never that
Trippin' off that earwax, Danny Brown and D-Stacks
Ill pandemic, man that shit be everywhere
Midas is your highness and you horrible like Gummi bears
Why I'm fly like a cockpit, you don't fly like a ostrich
Stupid shit like a mosh pit, can't believe this is "Toxic"
It's in the air and it's all around
Too high, can't come down
It's in the air and it's all around
Too high, can't come down
It's in the air and it's all around
Too high, can't come down
It's in the air and it's all around
Too high, can't come down
childish gambino - starlight
Starlight
Where did you go?
I've been running around the world
Gotta let you know
I got the empire state now I'm working on the next part
Trying to build an empire, I'm wishing on the Death Star
I murdered the dish, I eloped with the spoon
Tri-coastal and the third coast is the moon
When it hits your eye like a get in your eye thing
And we do the I like you like like you like like thing
I can't promise I won't be dressed like a viking
When I do the whole picking you up on my bike thing
Another white rapper's Cd in my spokes
I would swear ya'll converted to rap for the jokes
I spit black smoke, I'm the hip hop pope
They make anti-me Psa's cuz I'm dope
And when it's not clear you can cope, the worlds a negative ipod
You just hear 'nope'
Nights on the pavement, you just stop breathin'
On some Liz Lemon movin' back to Cleveland
Street lights people, up and down the boulevard
Don't stop believin in your journey, and I know it's hard
They call me Violet Beauregard, cuz I just blow up, no regard
All I really need is a bar to belly up to
A balcony, a star crossed lover to yell up to
So what are you up to? This weekend I'm free
Till then I'll just shine and let you find me
I shine like the sun
My mouth is a gun, pop off and they run, two things like a pun
This is not just for fun and I cut with my tongue
My mouth's a Swiss army, take over your country
I run like a humvee, I don't need gas-o-line
I run on these rappers so skip the stromboli
I make these niggas say 'Great' like Tony
So how the fuck you gonna say these bitches don't know me?
How the fuck you gonna say these bitches don't know me
When you all on the tip of my dick like Moby
The wait is over, no baking soda
I saw them dudes move bricks and boulders
I saw them dudes move flats and corners
And they moved that sugar like Russell Stover
I got that green like a four leaf clover
Get rich or die tryin' like my name two quarters
Dope boys they get me, we got the same hustle till the tank on empty
And if you dope boy, better watch the Wire
And get the shit straight, turn back, retire
Cuz one in a mil turn snow to fire
You either move weight, play ball or neither
Because I'm neither, the hood Macgyver
The boy blew up like he knew Al Quaeda
My life so sweet that my balls Godiva
The world in front and the hood behind us
The hood behind us
Yea
The hood behind us
childish gambino - new prince
I do not talk, I am just a rapper
Stompin' on these niggas like a whack-a-mole with no hands
Get girls on the floor like slow jams
Fuck yeah, I'm feelin' myself, no lotion
My light shine bright, no roaches
Nigga, I'm focused
You the one who eyes wrong
Only time I'm worried is when I'm the no-fly zone
Cause I'm so fly, homes
Fresh like pinecones
Female phone book my iphone
Margarita bright, meanin' limelight
Nerd girls losin' their shit like prom night
Mouth like a pussy? it can never be too tight
Let me guess, you know a better rapper? you, right?
Bam-B
Sicker than your grandma
Pass the mix-tape to a friend like Chandler
This track is gettin' over written
Sports night, Fanta
Tell 'em that you know me when you runnin' through Atlanta
I am at the top
Whether you want or not
And I am in my prime
I am an auto-bot
I do not talk a lot
I am just a rapper
Fuck a girl's pussy bright red like snapper
Sick
Yeah, I stay fly like a pelican
Get new kicks everyday like an ottoman
Ex-girlfriends askin' if they get a shot again
I try to call 'em back but there's a lot of them
Someone tell me why these muthafuckers busy hatin' me
Just because I'm rappin' and my style is kinda Japanese
Band of outsiders
Kitsune, Apc
Macy's got shit on me
Fuck what you heard like a dick inside alarm clock
I ain't got no jewelry, I leave it at the pawn shop
Two of your chains equals one of my shirts, sir
You got Jacob's Jeweler, I got Anna Wintour
Niggas jealous cause I got more green than seven splinters
I'd rather spend that money on a polo from La Tigra
Young, smart, and handsome
Who could even ask for more?
I change the situation like auditioning for Jersey Shore
childish gambino - phat people
[Verse 1: Billy Scafuri]
One, two, three, check it out
On the road to sandwiches and chicken wings
Phat people do phat things
Using salt and pepper for their seasonings
Phat people do phat things
Check it out
It's B to the I to the double L-Y
My friends all know I'm not an ordinary guy
I like little things, like chicken wings
Bbq sauce, honey mustard, onion rings
And when my cell phone rings it goes jingle-jing
I say hello, I say hello, I say who this be?
They say it's Fancy Ned, I got a fancy head
I'll eat a fancy ass sandwich on some fancy ass bread
[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
The wait is over, shut up, bend over
I hang with bar stools, I chill with Grover
The boy Ebola, my boy phat too
And my girl so phat that they call her Oprah
I got that green like a bowl of okra
Loose change so phat can't fit my sofa
I head to the bank, call the shit my grocer
It's Sex in the City, get the phat mimosa
Me and B, we phat boys, hang with phat girls
Driving phat toys, fuck Dan Aykroyd
I'm live on a Saturday night
I got two phat girls, I'm doing it right
Like my name John Goodman
I got the phat crib so I'm doing real good, man
And I'm up to no good, man
This is how I get phat, call the shit cooking
Phat people do phat things
[Verse 3: Billy Scafuri]
I tip waitresses, I tip scales
My style is kind of phat like an Orca whale
I'm sipping whole milk as I stare
Thinking I can be your Oprah, you can be my Gail
Cause I am a phat boy, never been to Bally's
Married to this phat life, call me Kirstie Alley
Married to the snack life, counting every calorie
Might just open up a phat boy art gallery
[Verse 4: Childish Gambino & Billy Scafuri]
What else you do, B?
I'll make it easy
What else you do, B?
For girls to squeeze me
I'm phat but my numbers run
Listen son, I'm a show them how it's done
When my swagger weighs a ton
Stickin' straws inside of girls, you can call me the Capri Sun
[Verse 5: Childish Gambino]
I make the girls drip, so I guess I eat Gushers
Screaming out yeah like I'm eating out Usher
In your dad's bedroom where I fuck you
Knockin' on the door, so you're screaming out "nothing"
But they all know it's something
You didn't think I'd tear the pussy up, did you pumpkin?
But better and better like Benjamin Button
[Verse 6: Billy Scafuri]
I hang out with Chester Cheeto
Cooler than the ranch on your Dorito
Hotter than the peppers in your burrito
Getting cheddar and cream, if you know what I mean
[Verse 7: Childish Gambino]
Yeah, I know what you mean, home girl mistaken
She think Gambino won't bring home bacon
Or bring home Swiss cheese, my dough got holes
Cause all these hoes want shoes and nice clothes
They want the Macy's, the Neiman Marcus
The Fendi purses, the Gucci parkas
I know you want it, don't get me started
They see Gambino and they act retarded
Phat people do phat things
[Outro: Billy Scafuri]
Eat snacks, mother fucker, eat snacks
Eat snacks, mother fucker, eat snacks
Eat snacks coming out of packs
Guaranteed to put a little fat on your back
Eat snacks
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