Childish Gambino, DC Pierson - Different (Feel It All Around) lyrics

Childish Gambino

Childish Gambino [Donald McKinley Glover Jr.] Edwards, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸

[Childish Gambino, DC Pierson - Different Feel It All Around lyrics]

Y'all know the name no action, all flame
It's D to the C, no practice, all game
And not the game that your
Computer came installed with
So ditch the lame twit you
Are currently involved with
The Derrick boys a bunch of
Crazy brothers like the Baldwins
Echo, motherfucker
You are just another dolphin
Hello, motherfucker
Like I walked in on incest
Do it, motherfucker, talking does not impress
Us, man, us, it's all about us
Like them self-absorbed teen girls
Talking on the bus
We trust you to pay when we ask you to pay
'Till then, Chili Peppers, we give it away
I don't fuck the fans, I am not the industry
Man, I hate it when the man
Comes between you and me


I don't masturbate
I give a handjob to a star and
Picture you bumping out this
Anthem in your car
Still showing up for our dorks, geeks, losers
Rode out from New York on six beach cruisers
And if we could, we'd ride with every kid
Right on the handlebars
We are just some rappers like some
Fat kid ate the candy bars

Yes, I'm back with a whole new attitude
Flier than a Cardinal
Check my fuckin' latitude
Yes, I'm so sick, man
Somebody call the doctor
Girls stay wet like I'm
Fucking with a lobster i stopped talking
I'm tired of paying 'em lip service
Switched over them street niggas to hipsters
I am so different
Donald Glover in this bitch
I don't need to use my rapper name
That's just childish
And they used to call me "Oreo"
Dunk me in that milk
Maybe then I will be white enough
To hang out with them kids
They have to call you names when
They don't know what you are
Now they know just what I are, baby girl
I am a star
APC kicks, looking like a British boy
More money means more problems
I have been annoyed
Dude mad 'bout the girl that I came with
I'm fly, she fly, you are just penguin
I am just a rapper, so I don't speak English
I just go hard like the traffic light changes
Sick Boi, bitch, we the clique like seatbelts
Yes, I'm on fire
I don't have to ask how heat felt
When I was 14, man
Nobody else was thinking this
A nigga off the chain man
I Abraham Lincoln'd this
I am just different
Motherfucker, I'm different
Yeah, I am just different
Yeah, I am just different

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