Childish Gambino, DC Pierson - 49ers (Orange Shirt) lyrics
Childish Gambino [Donald McKinley Glover Jr.] Edwards, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Childish Gambino, DC Pierson - 49ers Orange Shirt lyrics]
Whoa! What'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 something
And my bank balance were around
A grand or something ask you something:
Do you think I'm common like sense is?
That heaven didn't send this
Uniquely perfect dude so just discard
Me like a toy, then
But you know, I know
I'd make a damn good boyfriend
Oil can, oil can you think I'm the Tin Man
You took my little heart and you
Kicked it like a tin can
Ain't you heard I got the kind of
Shine can make your skin tan
In the lean time don't come
Crying for the thin man
In the meantime I'll be
Building my portfolio
All these other dudes eradicated like polio
With any luck you'll see
Me everywhere like Starbucks
I bet you'll wanna fuck me when
It's time to star fuck
I didn't have green like
An Arizona front lawn
Now they try to touch my face like an iPhone
Now I'm all gassed up like Exxon
Girls see the money like I
Fucking got checks on
I don't even know if this
Girl really likes me
Picking up the check like
I'm working at Nike
Talking to this girl and I'm
Thinking that she's into me
Then I find out she's trying
To break in the industry that's really lame
I still hit it
But I refuse to be home girl's meal ticket
I'm looking for a sick girl to
Be a part of me
Not a girl who will try to McCartney me
Yes, homie I'm a man of my word
Got this shit in the can
Like a toilet of turd and, yes
These gold diggers trying to get at my sperm
Well, I'm not a 49ers fan
In case you haven't heard
I know my girl out there somewhere
And if you hear this, you should come here
Unless you don't give head like a weird beer
Elroy, Bam-B, yeah, I'm outta here
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 something
And my bank balance were around
A grand or something ask you something:
Do you think I'm common like sense is?
That heaven didn't send this
Uniquely perfect dude so just discard
Me like a toy, then
But you know, I know
I'd make a damn good boyfriend
Oil can, oil can you think I'm the Tin Man
You took my little heart and you
Kicked it like a tin can
Ain't you heard I got the kind of
Shine can make your skin tan
In the lean time don't come
Crying for the thin man
In the meantime I'll be
Building my portfolio
All these other dudes eradicated like polio
With any luck you'll see
Me everywhere like Starbucks
I bet you'll wanna fuck me when
It's time to star fuck
I didn't have green like
An Arizona front lawn
Now they try to touch my face like an iPhone
Now I'm all gassed up like Exxon
Girls see the money like I
Fucking got checks on
I don't even know if this
Girl really likes me
Picking up the check like
I'm working at Nike
Talking to this girl and I'm
Thinking that she's into me
Then I find out she's trying
To break in the industry that's really lame
I still hit it
But I refuse to be home girl's meal ticket
I'm looking for a sick girl to
Be a part of me
Not a girl who will try to McCartney me
Yes, homie I'm a man of my word
Got this shit in the can
Like a toilet of turd and, yes
These gold diggers trying to get at my sperm
Well, I'm not a 49ers fan
In case you haven't heard
I know my girl out there somewhere
And if you hear this, you should come here
Unless you don't give head like a weird beer
Elroy, Bam-B, yeah, I'm outta here