Whoa! What'd you get, amnesia? I bet you wouldn't sleep on me if I was Lil' Weezy, huh? Bet you wouldn't sleep on me if I was in a band or something And my bank balance were around a grand or something Ask you something: Do you think I'm common like sense is? That heaven didn't send this Uniquely perfect dude so just discard me like a toy, then But you know, I know, I'd make a damn good boyfriend Oil can, oil can You think I'm the Tin Man You took my little heart and you kicked it like a tin can Ain't you heard I got the kind of shine can make your skin tan? In the lean time don't come crying for the thin man In the meantime I'll be building my portfolio All these other dudes eradicated like polio With any luck you'll see me everywhere like Starbucks I bet you'll wanna fuck me when it's time to star fuck
[Verse 2: Childish Gambino] I didn't have green like an Arizona front lawn Now they try to touch my face like an iPhone Now I'm all gassed up like Exxon Girls see the money like I fucking got checks on I don't even know if this girl really likes me Picking up the check like I'm working at Nike Talking to this girl and I'm thinking that she's into me Then I find out she's trying to break in the industry That's really lame I still hit it But I refuse to be home girl's meal ticket I'm looking for a sick girl to be a part of me Not a girl who will try to McCartney me Yes, homie I'm a man of my word Got this shit in the can like a toilet of turd And, yes, these gold diggers trying to get at my sperm Well, I'm not a 49ers fan, in case you haven't heard I know my girl out there somewhere And if you hear this, you should come here Unless you don't give head like a weird beer Elroy, Bam-B, yeah, I'm outta hereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
