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(DC Pierson)WhoaWhat'd you get, amnesia?I bet you wouldn't sleep on me if I was Lil' Weezy, huh?Bet you wouldn't sleep on me if I was in a band or somethin'And my bank balance were around a grand or somethin'Ask you somethin':Do you think I'm common like sense it?That heaven didn't send thisUniquely perfect dude so just discard me like a toy, thenBut you know, I know, I'd make a damn good boyfriendOil can, oil canYou think I'm the tin manYou took my little heart and you kicked it like a tin canAin't you heard I got the kind of shine can make your skin tan?In the mean time don't come crying for the thin manIn the mean time I'll be building my portfolioAll these other dudes eradicated like polioWith any luck you'll see me everywhere like StarbucksI bet you wanna fuck me when it's time to star buck(Childish Gambino)I didn't have green like an Arizona front lawnNow they try to touch my face like an iPhoneSongtexteNow I'm all gassed up like ExonGirls see the money like I fuckin' got checks onI dunno even know if this girl really likes mePickin' up the check like I'm workin' at NikeTalkin' to this girl and I'm thinkin' that she's into meThen I find out she's tryin' to break in the industryThat's really lameI still hit itBut I refuse to be home girl's meal ticketI'm lookin' for a sick girl to be a part of meNot a girl who will try to McCartney meYes, homie I'm a man of my wordGot this shit in the can like a toilet of turdAnd, yes, these gold diggers tryin' to get at my spermWell, I'm not a 49ers fan, in case you haven't heardI know my girl out there somewhereAnd if you hear this, you should come hereUnless you don't give head like a weird beerElroy, Bam-B, yeah, I'm outta here Aus Songtexte Mania