[Verse 1: Beck]
Centrifugal force pulling me off-course, in a horse race
Changing horses midstream, fourteenth place.
On videotape surveillance playback,
Sigh you lose face, disgraced, God forbid you.
Fall off of the face of the Earth to 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,
Eking solace out of the sawdust
While your doppelganger stands topless.
No one notices, they got their own dramas,
Drama-rama's melodramas,
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 nothing, now I rap about nothing,
But that nothing was something that ain't nobody was bumpin',
See, I still got it boo-boo, just a dad'll 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, Atwater 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 tryna 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.