Ft. Beck
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[Verse 1: Beck]
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Centrifugal force pulling me off-course, in a horse race
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Changing horses midstream, fourteenth place
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I¡¯ll 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 with 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, 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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Leaking sawless from the sawdust
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While your doppleganger stands copless
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No one notices, they got their own dramas
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Drama-rama¡¯s mellow dramas
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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
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[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 battle, 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, at water village idiot
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Their flow¡¯s dumb, but that royalty¡¯s the silliest
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Now
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[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, 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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Silk Pillow
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Childish Gambino |