[00:00.75][Produced by Childish Gambino] | |
[00:01.95][Intro: Ludwig Goransson] | |
[00:02.35] | Oh, this is the idea where you're doing, like, one piece of artwork per track |
[00:12.04][Verse 1: Bun-B] | |
[00:12.19] | Late ass nights come from long days |
[00:14.56] | Doin' all the right things in the wrong ways |
[00:17.00] | Doin' all the wrong ******t for the right reasons |
[00:19.80] | Sprinklin' midnight game, call it night seasoning |
[00:22.56] | Haters get salty give 'em cholesterol |
[00:24.82] | Trill O.G, mop up the floor with the best of y'all |
[00:27.66] | Then dry that ****** off with the rest of y'all |
[00:30.43] | And catch a flight to Rio de Janero for la festival |
[00:32.21] | Yeah, and that's word to fit a baldy |
[00:35.42] | Ball hard like it's cement inside of my Spalding |
[00:37.88] | And I'll break your face with a no look pass |
[00:40.68] | Now back to your parking lot pimp with yo little hook ass |
[00:43.47] | I use harsh words cause these are hard times |
[00:46.01] | And trill-ass people, nowadays they're such a hard find |
[00:48.62] | So it's one eye open if I could peep ‘em |
[00:51.24] | And one on the scope, so if they frontin' I can sleep 'em |
[00:53.78] | Man, my flow is so parabolic |
[00:56.03] | The energy'll blow you over even if you're brolic |
[00:58.83] | Goddamn it, now that's one for the Googlers |
[01:01.58] | That fell sleep on they desk and never step their noodle up |
[01:04.32] | Takin' lames out never been new to us |
[01:06.94] | The hardest part of this ******t is figurin' which of you to bust |
[01:09.55] | Then step your weight up like GNC |
[01:12.22] | And R.I.P. to Chris Luda reppin' CNC |
[01:14.74] | Straight G |
[01:16.13][Hook x2] | |
[01:16.78] | There's somethin' inside you |
[01:19.56] | It's hard to explain |
[01:24.71] | They're talking about you boy |
[01:30.45] | But you're still the same |
[01:35.66] | There's somethin' inside you |
[01:40.34] | It's hard to explain |
[01:46.63] | They're talking about you boy |
[01:52.42] | But you're still the same |
[01:56.80][Verse 2: Childish Gambino] | |
[01:57.76] | Rest in peace to them ******s who was dead wrong |
[01:59.71] | Toni Braxton to them ******s, that's a sad song |
[02:02.27] | Cry a river Timberlake, the whole industry |
[02:05.12] | Record the whole album in my living room in Italy |
[02:07.44] | ******s who wasn't feelin' me secretly want a handout |
[02:10.09] | Keep your mouth shut, I can probably help your man out |
[02:12.88] | Drop a new stack all lames get to steppin' |
[02:15.58] | Drop a new track all blogs go to heaven |
[02:18.00] | Kill the web, man these ******s need they hits up |
[02:20.70] | Kiss her neck, add a dime to the tip cup |
[02:23.19] | She is not "slut," ****** a dude who says so |
[02:25.87] | Just because she's ******' doesn't mean she ain't a lady |
[02:28.37] | Kill the whole stage, I never needed a mic check |
[02:31.18] | ****** on my spacebar, ******' tired of Skype sex |
[02:33.84] | Runnin' with a new breed, me and Bun B |
[02:36.46] | This hip-hop nation, that big country |
[02:38.45] | ****** please! We ain't stop for no one |
[02:41.35] | Wu-Tang Generator name, I'm a shōgun |
[02:44.32] | Wu-Tang Generator name, watch him smoke one |
[02:46.92] | Talk a lot of ******t, but none of them will approach him |
[02:49.48] | Gambino got first position, the game is ballet |
[02:51.60] | So graceful; drive, he don't need a valet |
[02:54.30] | So angel: fly as I wanna be |
[02:56.68] | Mercy, somebody show these ******s can't hurt me |
[02:59.28] | Woah |
[03:00.72][Hook x2] | |
[03:01.13] | There's somethin' inside you |
[03:04.48] | It's hard to explain |
[03:09.71] | They're talking about you boy |
[03:15.92] | But you're still the same |
[03:20.22] | There's somethin' inside you |
[03:25.48] | It's hard to explain |
[03:30.91] | They're talking about you boy |
[03:36.91] | But you're still the same |
[03:42.18] |
[00:00.75][Produced by Childish Gambino] | |
[00:01.95][Intro: Ludwig Goransson] | |
[00:02.35] | Oh, this is the idea where you' re doing, like, one piece of artwork per track |
[00:12.04][Verse 1: Bun-B] | |
[00:12.19] | Late ass nights come from long days |
[00:14.56] | Doin' all the right things in the wrong ways |
[00:17.00] | Doin' all the wrong t for the right reasons |
[00:19.80] | Sprinklin' midnight game, call it night seasoning |
[00:22.56] | Haters get salty give ' em cholesterol |
[00:24.82] | Trill O. G, mop up the floor with the best of y' all |
[00:27.66] | Then dry that off with the rest of y' all |
[00:30.43] | And catch a flight to Rio de Janero for la festival |
[00:32.21] | Yeah, and that' s word to fit a baldy |
[00:35.42] | Ball hard like it' s cement inside of my Spalding |
[00:37.88] | And I' ll break your face with a no look pass |
[00:40.68] | Now back to your parking lot pimp with yo little hook ass |
[00:43.47] | I use harsh words cause these are hard times |
[00:46.01] | And trillass people, nowadays they' re such a hard find |
[00:48.62] | So it' s one eye open if I could peep ' em |
[00:51.24] | And one on the scope, so if they frontin' I can sleep ' em |
[00:53.78] | Man, my flow is so parabolic |
[00:56.03] | The energy' ll blow you over even if you' re brolic |
[00:58.83] | Goddamn it, now that' s one for the Googlers |
[01:01.58] | That fell sleep on they desk and never step their noodle up |
[01:04.32] | Takin' lames out never been new to us |
[01:06.94] | The hardest part of this t is figurin' which of you to bust |
[01:09.55] | Then step your weight up like GNC |
[01:12.22] | And R. I. P. to Chris Luda reppin' CNC |
[01:14.74] | Straight G |
[01:16.13][Hook x2] | |
[01:16.78] | There' s somethin' inside you |
[01:19.56] | It' s hard to explain |
[01:24.71] | They' re talking about you boy |
[01:30.45] | But you' re still the same |
[01:35.66] | There' s somethin' inside you |
[01:40.34] | It' s hard to explain |
[01:46.63] | They' re talking about you boy |
[01:52.42] | But you' re still the same |
[01:56.80][Verse 2: Childish Gambino] | |
[01:57.76] | Rest in peace to them s who was dead wrong |
[01:59.71] | Toni Braxton to them s, that' s a sad song |
[02:02.27] | Cry a river Timberlake, the whole industry |
[02:05.12] | Record the whole album in my living room in Italy |
[02:07.44] | s who wasn' t feelin' me secretly want a handout |
[02:10.09] | Keep your mouth shut, I can probably help your man out |
[02:12.88] | Drop a new stack all lames get to steppin' |
[02:15.58] | Drop a new track all blogs go to heaven |
[02:18.00] | Kill the web, man these s need they hits up |
[02:20.70] | Kiss her neck, add a dime to the tip cup |
[02:23.19] | She is not " slut," a dude who says so |
[02:25.87] | Just because she' s ' doesn' t mean she ain' t a lady |
[02:28.37] | Kill the whole stage, I never needed a mic check |
[02:31.18] | on my spacebar, ' tired of Skype sex |
[02:33.84] | Runnin' with a new breed, me and Bun B |
[02:36.46] | This hiphop nation, that big country |
[02:38.45] | please! We ain' t stop for no one |
[02:41.35] | WuTang Generator name, I' m a sho gun |
[02:44.32] | WuTang Generator name, watch him smoke one |
[02:46.92] | Talk a lot of t, but none of them will approach him |
[02:49.48] | Gambino got first position, the game is ballet |
[02:51.60] | So graceful drive, he don' t need a valet |
[02:54.30] | So angel: fly as I wanna be |
[02:56.68] | Mercy, somebody show these s can' t hurt me |
[02:59.28] | Woah |
[03:00.72][Hook x2] | |
[03:01.13] | There' s somethin' inside you |
[03:04.48] | It' s hard to explain |
[03:09.71] | They' re talking about you boy |
[03:15.92] | But you' re still the same |
[03:20.22] | There' s somethin' inside you |
[03:25.48] | It' s hard to explain |
[03:30.91] | They' re talking about you boy |
[03:36.91] | But you' re still the same |
[03:42.18] |
[00:00.75][Produced by Childish Gambino] | |
[00:01.95][Intro: Ludwig Goransson] | |
[00:02.35] | Oh, this is the idea where you' re doing, like, one piece of artwork per track |
[00:12.04][Verse 1: Bun-B] | |
[00:12.19] | Late ass nights come from long days |
[00:14.56] | Doin' all the right things in the wrong ways |
[00:17.00] | Doin' all the wrong t for the right reasons |
[00:19.80] | Sprinklin' midnight game, call it night seasoning |
[00:22.56] | Haters get salty give ' em cholesterol |
[00:24.82] | Trill O. G, mop up the floor with the best of y' all |
[00:27.66] | Then dry that off with the rest of y' all |
[00:30.43] | And catch a flight to Rio de Janero for la festival |
[00:32.21] | Yeah, and that' s word to fit a baldy |
[00:35.42] | Ball hard like it' s cement inside of my Spalding |
[00:37.88] | And I' ll break your face with a no look pass |
[00:40.68] | Now back to your parking lot pimp with yo little hook ass |
[00:43.47] | I use harsh words cause these are hard times |
[00:46.01] | And trillass people, nowadays they' re such a hard find |
[00:48.62] | So it' s one eye open if I could peep ' em |
[00:51.24] | And one on the scope, so if they frontin' I can sleep ' em |
[00:53.78] | Man, my flow is so parabolic |
[00:56.03] | The energy' ll blow you over even if you' re brolic |
[00:58.83] | Goddamn it, now that' s one for the Googlers |
[01:01.58] | That fell sleep on they desk and never step their noodle up |
[01:04.32] | Takin' lames out never been new to us |
[01:06.94] | The hardest part of this t is figurin' which of you to bust |
[01:09.55] | Then step your weight up like GNC |
[01:12.22] | And R. I. P. to Chris Luda reppin' CNC |
[01:14.74] | Straight G |
[01:16.13][Hook x2] | |
[01:16.78] | There' s somethin' inside you |
[01:19.56] | It' s hard to explain |
[01:24.71] | They' re talking about you boy |
[01:30.45] | But you' re still the same |
[01:35.66] | There' s somethin' inside you |
[01:40.34] | It' s hard to explain |
[01:46.63] | They' re talking about you boy |
[01:52.42] | But you' re still the same |
[01:56.80][Verse 2: Childish Gambino] | |
[01:57.76] | Rest in peace to them s who was dead wrong |
[01:59.71] | Toni Braxton to them s, that' s a sad song |
[02:02.27] | Cry a river Timberlake, the whole industry |
[02:05.12] | Record the whole album in my living room in Italy |
[02:07.44] | s who wasn' t feelin' me secretly want a handout |
[02:10.09] | Keep your mouth shut, I can probably help your man out |
[02:12.88] | Drop a new stack all lames get to steppin' |
[02:15.58] | Drop a new track all blogs go to heaven |
[02:18.00] | Kill the web, man these s need they hits up |
[02:20.70] | Kiss her neck, add a dime to the tip cup |
[02:23.19] | She is not " slut," a dude who says so |
[02:25.87] | Just because she' s ' doesn' t mean she ain' t a lady |
[02:28.37] | Kill the whole stage, I never needed a mic check |
[02:31.18] | on my spacebar, ' tired of Skype sex |
[02:33.84] | Runnin' with a new breed, me and Bun B |
[02:36.46] | This hiphop nation, that big country |
[02:38.45] | please! We ain' t stop for no one |
[02:41.35] | WuTang Generator name, I' m a shō gun |
[02:44.32] | WuTang Generator name, watch him smoke one |
[02:46.92] | Talk a lot of t, but none of them will approach him |
[02:49.48] | Gambino got first position, the game is ballet |
[02:51.60] | So graceful drive, he don' t need a valet |
[02:54.30] | So angel: fly as I wanna be |
[02:56.68] | Mercy, somebody show these s can' t hurt me |
[02:59.28] | Woah |
[03:00.72][Hook x2] | |
[03:01.13] | There' s somethin' inside you |
[03:04.48] | It' s hard to explain |
[03:09.71] | They' re talking about you boy |
[03:15.92] | But you' re still the same |
[03:20.22] | There' s somethin' inside you |
[03:25.48] | It' s hard to explain |
[03:30.91] | They' re talking about you boy |
[03:36.91] | But you' re still the same |
[03:42.18] |