Childish Gambino - That Power lyrics

rate me

All these haters

See you later

All that I could do

But you don't even feel me though

I 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

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 pineneedles. 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 dumb to make me laugh, but who also gets weird and wise sometimes in a

Way I could never be. A girl who reads books that no one's assigned to her,

Whose curly brown hair has a line running through it from where she put a

Tie to hold it up while it was still wet

Back in the real world we don't go to the same school, and unless one of

Our families moves to a dramatically different neighborhood, we won't go to

The same high school. So, this is kind of it for us. Unless I say

Something. And it might especially be it for us if I actually do say

Something. The sun's gone down and the bus is quiet. A lot of kids are

Asleep. We're talking in whispers about a tree we saw at a rest stop that

Looks like a kid we know. And then I'm like, "Can I tell you something?"

And all of a sudden I'm telling you. And I keep telling you and it all

Comes out of me and it keeps coming and your face is there and gone and

There and gone as we pass underneath the orange lamps that line the sides

Of the highway. And there's no expression on it. And I think just after a

Point I'm just talking to lengthen the time where we live in a world where

You haven't said "yes" or "no" yet. And regrettably I end up using the word

"destiny." I don't remember in what context. Doesn't matter. Before long

I'm out of stuff to say and you smile and say, "okay." I don't know exactly

What you mean by it, but it seems vaguely positive and I would leave in

Order not to spoil the moment, but there's nowhere to go because we're are

On a bus. So I pretend like I'm asleep and before long, I really am

I wake up, the bus isn't moving anymore. The domed lights that line the

Center aisle are all on. I turn and you're not there. Then again a lot of

Kids aren't in their seats anymore. We're parked at the pick-up point,

Which is in the parking lot of a Methodist church. The bus is half empty.

You might be in your dad's car by now, your bags and things piled high in

The trunk. The girls in the back of the bus are shrieking and laughing and

Taking their sweet time disembarking as I swing my legs out into the aisle

To get up off the bus, just as one of them reaches my row. It used to be

Our row, on our way off. It's Michelle, a girl who got suspended from third

Grade for a week after throwing rocks at my head. Adolescence is doing her

A ton of favors body-wise. She stops and looks down at me. And her head is

Blasted from behind by the dome light, so I can't really see her face, but

I can see her smile. And she says one word: "destiny." Then her and the

Girls clogging the aisles behind her all laugh and then she turns and leads

Them off the bus. I didn't know you were friends with them

I find my dad in the parking lot. He drives me back to our house and camp

Is over. So is summer, even though there's two weeks until school starts.

This isn't a story about how girls are evil or how love is bad, this is a

Story about how I learned something and I'm not saying this thing is true

Or not, I'm just saying it's what I learned. I told you something. It was

Just for you and you told everybody. So I learned cut out the middle man,

Make it all for everybody, always. Everybody can't turn around and tell

Everybody, everybody already knows, I told them. But this means there isn't

A place in my life for you or someone like you. Is it sad? Sure. But it's a

Sadness I chose. I wish I could say this was a story about how I got on the

Bus a boy and got off a man more cynical, hardened, and mature and shit.

But that's not true. The truth is I got on the bus a boy. And I never got

Off the bus. I still haven't