Текст Childish Gambino – What The Fuck Are You? (Colouring Of Pigeons)

I do not talk, I am just a rapper

I am so different, being me is like the lottery
I am so on like the TV when you fall asleep
Niggas makin pottery, but I broke the mold

Yes, I got a lust for life, and I drink my weight in whiskey
And these hoes are actin’ different cause I’m Rich comma Richie
These friends are iffy, they’re alcoholic geniuses
I think they hang around until I’m drunk and buy them Guinnesses
I gotta drink my medicine to cover what’s inside of me
I’m still fucked up from the days nobody liked me
I’m lying just a little when I say that I don’t give a fuck
You know I gotta give a fuck

My face is broken out
My shirt is hand-me-down
This kid named Vincent wanna take my shit and lay me out
I’m trying to fit in like a fat bitch in her shoe size
It’s funny I’m flyer now than witches on their broom rides
I always thought these new clothes were the potion
Cause I never felt that good in my own skin
It’s probably cause I’m the only black kid in my school
And when I meet another black kid they tell me I’m a fool
Cause I wear thee tight clothes, tight jeans, tight shirt
Yeah I stay tight like these girls that make my dick hurt
Yeah, I’m self conscious
Go ahead — laugh it up
Cause I dig deep and pull something out to back it up

They told my ass ain’t black enough
What the fuck are you?
You don’t even say shit

Childish Gambino
We are all children
I am just a murderer
We have just killed them