Childish Gambino, Riz Ahmed - Burban In The Booth lyrics

Can you do me a favour bruv?
Could you get the beat up
In my headphones please?
Yep, get it up a bit more please
In my headphones
Yeah, wicked, alright, listen, okay

Listen up, listen Glov, kids and up
Give us love
Sick cause ya, click a buzz, in the light
Yeah bruv whether in cinemas or in
The club spittin' fast
In my element like - in a skinhead bar
Riz is not the type of spitter, to write
A bit of shit about the bitches
Ice and glitter i find it limiting
I'd rather print the bigger picture
Them bars are boring like they
Only pouring pints of bitter
Yes, I'm an actor but I'm realer than most
Won battles and had the best choke
Put fear in they throats
Songs banned cause the lines are so bold
I drop science and flow
So the album's called Microscope
And it's rougher than the road to Guantanamo
Switch like bricks on the latch that
Go from alcohol to powder nose
Sniff up her lips, on the prowl for
Coke, but the dealer was shifty
Sold him a load of panadol
Rappers so fashion school
Look like Timmy Mallet do mallet you
Push your pineapple till you Agadoo
Battle you, serve you red rub, why? (Ha)
Cause you be layin' backwards as Malibu
Shit's ruthless like Trishner's abusers
Manners are ill - banks are too rich
Troops dig deep in the Middle
East, bruisin' for crude
Lootin' black gold for blue chips
But are you, as thin as a toothpick?
Through two bricks and a few ticks
Gets a few years
We werent blinded by knobs like the - resign
But hoes a bonus when the dude quit's
I got views, make political music
Money and gun rappers are sayin'
What Fox News is get money and buy shit
Anybody who tries it should die
Why are rappers so right-wing?
Food for thought, do you avoid diet?
I'm on the Wu Tang tour so
Chew on my four tyres
People confuse me for Rooney, no lie
Think I'm the star from 3
But I mean 4 lions

Uh, girls text me after shows
I wanna call 'em all
Got some goons to hold my money
Must be ballin' hard
Had a tour, I broke my foot
I had to brawl it off
"I ain't heard nothin' yet, man
Gambino must've fallen off"
Nah, never that, dawg, run it back
Back to chillin' on Memorial and Harrison
Mama, no more Arizona Jeans
That shit's embarrasin'
I got a Truffaut jacket and me
And my brother sharin' it
Anythin' they hand us
Minivans and bandannas
That Wickes voucher stuntin'
I think 'bout my cousin
Every time I spit an ill verse
Like that time we talked about which
Power Ranger that we'd kill first, that
Shit was so funny man
That shit was no money pyjamas and oatmeal
Way you livin' is so real
Need a Nobel prize, for them
Coke deals, I thought co-tell, right?
Them boys you been fuckin' with
Now they busy beefin' cause they see you on
Some other shit? Not to
Mention the government
I ain't trynna see you on the first 48
Wonder if God hears when an atheist prays
I don't know what to say
Man that better change quick
Women love to spit
Love women who swallow you makin' me
I won't woo when they mention your album
I don't know what I should tell them:
That we royalty? That they spoil me?
Pretty girls on the grass
With some champagne
All I do is win and make Azealia's last name
Is - gonna go and make his
Own lane? Man, I hope so
Shit is so cut throat
Brought a knife to a gun show
Brought a gun to a bear fight
Grizzly bear screams in my hair
When I say "night"
Cause I don't wanna make moves
That they all regret
I just wanna make something
That they all respect
Go on, let 'em know woo