Childish Gambino - Silk Pillow lyrics

rate me

(Feat. Beck)

[Verse 1: Beck]

Centrifugal force pulling me off-course, in a horse race

Changing horses midstream, fourteenth place

I'll videotape surveillance playback

Sigh you lose face, disgraced, God forbid you

Fall off of the face of the Earth with chase

The black hole of what you thought it was worth today

"Don't shoot the piano player" I heard them say

It was your fault, centrifugal force, you got caught

Convict monotonous, a verdict thoughtless

As you read it out loud, at least I was being relatively honest

Standing in your office trying to speak to some anacondas

Leaking sawless from the sawdust

While your doppleganger stands copless

No one notices, they got their own dramas

Drama-rama's mellow dramas

You draw commas on the eyes of madonnas

And wonder why you can't turn traumas into nirvanas

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]

Don't mess your head up, still run with these young bucks

Still runnin' on jet fuel, still pimpin' on what-what

What was I thinkin'? I wasn't

What am I drinkin'? I'm buzzin'

Speakin' of weekends I used to fuck with your cousin

I used to rap about nothin', now I rap about nothin'

But that nothin' was somethin' that ain't nobody was bumpin'

See I still got it boo-boo, just a battle, do you

Wonders if you don't wanna be under some gross dude

But most girls will do it just for a corner seat at Nobu

I bet your daughter's perfect, he say it like he know you

My daughter isn't living yet, at water village idiot

Their flow's dumb, but that royalty's the silliest

Now

[Verse 3: Childish Gambino]

Someone tell these niggas I ain't fuckin' 'round

Fly them all to Vegas man we hold it down

Livin' for the present, nigga we fuck futures

Sippin' on some whiskey, these bitches drinkin' Kombucha

Recession means more oppression, these niggas will shoot ya

Rio de Janeiro, these bitches lookin' like Xuxa

Talk with anacondas, at least I'm bein' honest

I'm tryin' to turn these Keke Palmers into baby mamas

Baby mama, I'm your baby, mama

Man, let your boy drown, they ain't save me, momma

They ain't save me momma

They ain't save me momma

Silk pillow for that new weave

Silk pillow for that new weave