Childish Gambino - 3005 (D-Pryde Remix) | Текст песни

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• 3005 (D-Pryde Remix)

Lyrics:
Hold up wait a minute baby everything changed//
Whole attitude switch-uuuhp, but I'm better this way//
shit that moolas our ruler, baby roger that copy,
got my eye on you baby, oh I'm so luminati,
oh shits versaci versaci, all these ladies go gaga//
traded the be-lieving attitude for the be-linciaga,
my god I'm out of control,
life just got so fuckin different,
after my fake-friends just vanished,
whatever babe I don't miss 'em
this is just more than imagined, all of my homies is hangin//
fake homies showed their true colors,
like it's a war with gang bangin,
hold up...
can't believe it, mid-life crisis at 20
the homies rollin up dope, but I ain't talkin' bout centries//
Some of my homies got money, lot of my homies they lost it//
some of my goals went to bullshit, lot of my goals went accomplished//
still I feel fuckin lonely, I don't feel so alive...
got your back in the future, I got your back til I die
Hold up, so nuts, I'll admit that moneys the problem//
calls on my phone from friends that see all I have and they want it//
but they don't want all my guidance, I can't call em my own,
they don't wanna be remembered, they just wanna be known,
little shadows, bad reasons, cold in ev-ery season
is it way too much to ask for some money and niykee heaton?
is it way too much to ask for some company from a genuine, buddy,
fuck it it's nothing it's-actually-everything that I need...
and I'm lying to you,
shit I'm lying to me,
trying to stunt like everything is as fine as can be,
trying to stunt like veronica didn't fuck my head up,
trying to stunt like I didn't just call to fuck vanessa,
trying to stunt like my mom isn't sick but really she is,
trying to stunt like I hate the money but shit I need it
so I'm touring and going crazy to sell this,
the way these other rappers hate crazy isn't compelling
they judge on how I still live at home, who are you tellin?
if they seen how much I've made off my merch they would be jealous,
fuck it they're still jealous, fuck it they got envy,
all my fans still got me, nothings what you can tell me,
and I ain't gotta change the way I sing, rap or do this,
I'm still not-giving a decent a-mount of-fucks on my new shit
it's stupid
all of this scrutiny, doin me is the plan,
baby,
just hold my hand even if you don't understand hold up...

grown ass man, even if you don't understand hold up..

I know its are to understand, baby even if you cant hold up..


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