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