Lyrics Childish Gambino – Otis (Freestyle)

As the world’s turnin, feel like I’m a worse person
My tongue’s hurtin, from all of this work cursin
And I’m not certain, I think my father’s LeVar Burton
’til I’m walkin in circles and I’m talkin in 3rd person
In the 8th grade I got high on paper mache
I put it in my desk and I let it ferment a day
Because ain’t nuttin changed, I’m still known as a rude student
that’ll walk inside your class and make fun of your school shootin
I can prove it! I’m too cool as a matter of fact
I been writin these verses while I’m having a heart attack
I’m in your bedroom, crankin on out and staring back
Stereo blarin, Gwen Steffani can holla black
I’m not black, I’m a white boy with dark skin
at a Klan rally wonderin why they won’t let me in
She-Ra, I’m coming straight for ya
I hope you know that I’m on ya
D to the O’s got a flow like, menstrual cycles
Change my face every year like Michael…
Jackson, cause I’m packin heat
I got the fuckin beat and a fuckin lead
Drippin on you motherfuckers all the time
I bust guts like I bust a rhyme
I bust nuts like I’m Busta Rhymes
And I ain’t even gotta do it, I ain’t have the time
On (Community) — what you do to me?
Fly girls wanna get inside my booty

… or is it the other way around?
Cause I’m skatin on a skateboard, drivin downtown
In Peachtree, Atlanta Stone Mountain ’til I die
E-40 got nothin on this
horny motherfucker from the Stone Mountain Georgia
Got somethin for ya, yeah that freestyle was torture
I’m done

Outro
(YAYYYY! You forgot the INES and Foxy Show)
I didn’t! I said INES and Foxy (yeah)
at the beginning, didn’t I?
(With open, with open pants)
With open pants! I freestyled (I told you!)
with my underwear out, it did feel freer
(Yeah, of course) I gotta be honest
Okay, that felt better