| [00:03.23][Verse 1: Beck] | |
| [00:22.86] | Centrifugal force pulling me off-course, |
| [00:26.22] | In a horse race |
| [00:27.31] | Changing horses midstream, fourteenth place |
| [00:29.83] | On videotape surveillance playback |
| [00:33.01] | Sigh you lose face, disgraced, God forbid you |
| [00:35.93] | Fall off of the face of the Earth to chase |
| [00:38.66] | The black hole of what you thought it was worth today |
| [00:41.65] | "Don't shoot the piano player" I heard them say |
| [00:44.00] | It was your fault, centrifugal force, you got caught |
| [00:47.37] | Convict monotonous, a verdict thoughtless |
| [00:50.60] | As you read it out loud, |
| [00:51.79] | At least I was being relatively honest |
| [00:54.24] | Standing in your office trying to speak to some anacondas |
| [00:57.87] | Eking solace out of the sawdust |
| [01:00.52] | While your doppleganger stands topless |
| [01:02.54] | No one notices, they got their own dramas |
| [01:04.99] | Drama-rama's melodramas |
| [01:07.29] | You draw commas on the eyes of madonnas |
| [01:09.49] | And wonder why you can't turn traumas into nirvanas |
| [01:12.60][Verse 2: Childish Gambino] | |
| [01:13.19] | Don't mess your head up, still run with these young bucks |
| [01:27.09] | Still runnin' on jet fuel, still pimpin' on what-what |
| [01:29.84] | What was I thinkin'? I wasn't |
| [01:31.29] | What am I drinkin'? I'm buzzin' |
| [01:32.88] | Speakin' of weekends I used to fuck with your cousin |
| [01:35.38] | I used to rap about nothin', now I rap about nothin' |
| [01:38.29] | But that nothin' was somethin' that ain't nobody was bumpin' |
| [01:41.28] | See I still got it boo-boo, just a dad'll do you |
| [01:44.58] | Wonders if you don't wanna be under some gross dude |
| [01:47.63] | But most girls will do it just for a corner seat at Nobu |
| [01:50.58] | I bet your daughter's perfect, he say it like he know you |
| [01:53.63] | My daughter isn't living yet, Atwater Village idiot |
| [01:56.59] | Their flow's dumb, but that royalty's the silliest |
| [01:59.55] | Now |
| [02:01.06][Verse 3: Childish Gambino] | |
| [02:01.61] | Someone tell these niggas I ain't fuckin' 'round |
| [02:03.66] | Fly them all to Vegas man we hold it down |
| [02:06.31] | Livin' for the present, nigga we fuck futures |
| [02:09.01] | Sippin' on some whiskey, these bitches drinkin' Kombucha |
| [02:12.36] | Recession means more oppression, |
| [02:13.67] | These niggas will shoot ya |
| [02:15.11] | Rio de Janeiro, these bitches lookin' like Xuxa |
| [02:17.91] | Talk with anacondas, at least I'm bein' honest |
| [02:20.90] | I'm tryin' to turn these Keke Palmers into baby mamas |
| [02:23.66] | Baby mama, I'm your baby, mama |
| [02:26.31] | Man, let your boy drown, they ain't save me, momma |
| [02:29.56] | They ain't save me momma |
| [02:31.35] | They ain't save me momma |
| [02:34.66] | Silk pillow for that new weave |
| [02:37.46] | Silk pillow for that new weave |
| [02:46.10] |
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