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That Power

アーティスト:Childish Gambino  アルバム:Camp  作詞:GLOVER DONALD MCKINLEY II/GORANSSON LUDWIG EMIL TOMAS  作曲:GLOVER DONALD MCKINLEY II/GORANSSON LUDWIG EMIL TOMAS 

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All these haters, see you later All that I could do But you don't even feel me though I know you you know you know you got that power That power Oh, oh oh So CG but a nigga stay real Though I'm fly I'm I'll I'm running shit 3-points, field goal Rappers used to laugh like I tripped and fell Cause I don't stunt a gold cross like I Christian bail Yeah, they starin' at me jealous cause I do shows bigger But your looks don't help, like an old gold digger Uncool, but lyrically I'm a stone cold killer So it's 400 blows to these Truffaut niggas Yeah, now that's the line of the century Niggas missed it, too busy They lyin' 'bout penitentiary Man, you ain't been there Nigga you been scared And I'm still living single like Synclaire Lovin' white dudes who call me white and then try to hate When I wasn't white enough to use your pool when I was 8 Stone Mountain you raised me well I'm stared at by Confederates but hard as hell Tight jeans penny loafers, but I still drink a Bodine Staying on my me shit, but hated on by both sides I'm just a kid who blowing up with my father's name And every black "you're not black enough" Is a white "you're all the same" DOOM Food like Rapp Snitch Knishes Cuz it's oreos, twinkies, coconuts, delicious How many gold plaques you want inside your dining room? I said I want a full house They said, "You got it dude!" Holla, holla, holla, holla at yo boy Like yo dad when he's pissed off Got flow, I could make a cripple crip walk Niggas' breath stank, all they do is shit talk People want a real man, I made 'em wait this long Maybe if he bombs, he'll quit and keep actin' And save paper like your aunt does with McDonald napkins How'd it happen? Honesty did it See all of my competition at the bodies exhibit Yeah, I bodied the limits and I get at them fakers Motherfuck if you hate it, cremated them haters So, my studio be a funeral Yeah, this is our year, oh you didn't know? Uh, yeah I'm killin' you, step inside the lion's den Man I'm hov if the 'O' was an 'I' instead On stage with my family in front of me I am what I am: everything I wanna be All these haters, see you later All that I could do But you don't even feel me though I know you you know you know you got that power That power This is on a bus back from camp. I'm thirteen and so are you. Before I left for camp I imagined it would be me and three or four other dudes I hadn't met yet, running around all summer, getting into trouble. It turned out it would be me and just one girl. That's you. And we're still at camp as long as we're on the bus and not at the pickup point where our parents would be waiting for us. We're still wearing our orange camp t-shirts. We still smell like pine needles. I like you and you like me and I more-than-like you, but I don't know if you do or don't more-than-like me. You've never said. So I haven't been saying anything all summer, content to enjoy the small miracle of a girl choosing to talk to me and choosing to do so again the next day and so on. A girl who's smart and funny and who, if I say something dumb for a laugh, is willing to say something two or three times as


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