Childish Gambino - The Truth (Goth Star) lyrics

rate me

Mr. DNA, flow so Jurassic

Clumsy archeologist about to drop a classic

Damn right we got a t-rex, I paid for that in plastic

Clumsy archeologist about to drop a classic

Mistake still burning but I'm learning like a raptor

Take what I'm given make it work like an adapter

Make short work of her, then I will adapt her

Critics all agree it was the work of a master

At last my success will match my fatigue

And at last I'll send my children to an ivy league

In the masks from The Strangers, freak the whole place out

Get your glasses on, girl, geek your whole face out

Don't open up your mouth unless to let something great out

And that's not a beef, that's just a peek at the steakhouse

A week at my maid's house to recharge my battery

Then I'll be right back on top like Slattery

You know from Sterling and Cooper

If she's paid out then I will recoup her

And if she's paid out then I will invest

And if she's really played out then I will impress

Wpon her the need to please please me, whoa yeah

Girl I'm on my knees

Ooh, I need it so bad

It's like I work at NORAD

It's DEFCON-5

Go out back to my car and drive

Cause shit just got real

Take a thirty wreck drive into a field

Pass out in my vehicle

Hope I wake up in a world more agreeable

Hope I wake aboard an unidentified flying object

Or a reject Enterprise

A Starfleet drop out odyssey

A route to cop out galaxies

Til then I'm in the light, right where the moths are

Impressive, depressive I'm a Goth Star.

I do not talk, I am just a rapper

Nigga I'm on

Niggas try to off me

Like these girls like I like my coffee

In my lap

Fuck this track

It goes off beat but I'm on like clap

And dog, you can have my scraps

I'm close to these girls like her tampon flaps

I'm having an effect on the hood like crack

Even though I'm so suburban like a backpack strap

Don't you get it?

Read Ayn Rand

Then you'll understand why they call me the man

I'm just fucking special-er

Different from you other guys

Hating me in high school made me metamorphosize

Kafka-esque

The way I dress I need to send Bo Diddley some checks

On Marc Jacobs, Commes Des Garcon tie

Diddy is my swagger coach

Can't stop, won't stop

Heavy hitter, short stop

Horse face, horse cock

Bouncer, door stop

Tell me when enough's enough

Looking at me warming up

Microwave a nigga flow

Pity y'all don't see me though the rest of y'all already know

I get it like I gotta, man

Flier like a college band

Niggas looking for a deal and I cut out the middle man

Drinking fucking grape juice

Early at a wine bar

Blacker than Depeche Mode so I'm a Goth Star