And how do we simply carry on? Sweetness, with wrists gone lifeless, save one tacky tryst on that lawn How long must we be strung along? And my hope, that you will be undone by the sum of one’s song
Parenthetical Girls – Evelyn McHale [from Privilege, Pt. 1: On Death & Endearments EP]
I’m ready to confess I am hungry for you I am chewing straight through you I am trying to get to know you True love’s holy wisdom of love never waste True love’s holy wisdom of love never waste.
Rejuvenated Recreated Rebooted, in a new program Prada calf’s Black skinnies T and hoody Y’all niggas know the brand GQ mustachin’ I’m in LA Soakin’ up the sun and I’m laughin’ What can I say? I love the way the fans say they love me I know it’s all because my God above me But damn I’m feeling like Sam except my daddy ain’t stuck up no video game Things changed, for the good He watched my back until the world started knowin’ my name This should be in the Bible, middle finger up to the people who don’t like you Who have no valid reason to say they never liked you We don’t give a fuck fam So what?! We never liked you niggas anyway Pardon my wizard talk, but I’m elevated No drank, no tree and I’m levitated I got my own empire I’m the baby I ain’t taking care of NOBODY but my daughter and my mom Places to go cause I need to build a travel log I travel while you jake niggas run a blog Now run along, I got some shit that needs posting while I’m winnin’ livin’ life skippin’ grinnin’ on em All hail King Wizard in the fuckin’ house Been chill for a minute quiet as a mouse Now I got the juice, call me Bishop when you see me round I be showin’ love Showin’ love baby Dap and pound
Kid Cudi – Too Bad I Have To Destroy You Now [from Satellite Flight: The Journey to Mother Moon]
Now party people in the club it’s time to cut a rug And throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutterbugs. I’m double fistin’ and if you’re empty you can grab a cup. Boy stop, I’m just playing. Let me dap you up.
The White Panda – Shutterbug Swing Tree (Big Boi vs Discovery) [single]
My name is Donald Glover Talented motherfucker Childish is my cover To hide this shit from my mother She can’t know how I’m livin’ I’m drinkin’ and fuckin’ women And she is Jehovah Witness And don’t believe in all this shit
But I gotta handle business, kick it like soccer Upper-class Kit-Kat, break ‘em off proper I am just a rapper, Sick Boy is my clique man You are not a Sick Boy, you are just a sick man
Childish Gambino – Get It (Tightrope) [from I AM JUST A RAPPER 2]