Childish Gambino - The Last lyrics
Childish Gambino [Donald McKinley Glover Jr.] Edwards, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Childish Gambino - The Last lyrics]
I'm the last of a dying breed
Meaning that I’m not afraid to
Try a new thing can't see me
Best to get yourself some Visine
Toe tag a motherfucker
No jokes while these other
Niggas "wakka wakka"
Other rappers try and go and get over
You want that hood shit? Best
To go and call Hova
I was a good kid, backpack on my shoulder
98 test score in my ThunderCat folder
My cousin was older, my mama used to wake up
Drive me to his school 'cause
His school was much safer
But I slipped up and
Accidentally told a teacher
Now I'm going to a school
Where I get beat up
Because I ain't get down
With them other kids
Probably 'cause I talk too white and
I got a dad who's there
Mama couldn't take it
Sold the place and got us out of there
Guest room, now the six of us splitting
One with a restroom now I'm going to this
School called Rockbridge
School of the neighborhood we tryna
Buy a house in
There's not a lot of black kids
So I stick out like a sore
Thumb with some bad acne but really
What I wanna know is why I never fit in right
Like a fat dude getting on a packed flight
Even when I make friends in the hallways
I'm wishing I was someone else always
But I'm happy that that shit happened to me
'Cause it taught me most important
Is to do me 'Cause everybody hates you till
They love you
Facebook niggas same niggas that
Would shove you
'Cause nobody was jocking my style
'Cause I had a high voice
They called me faggot 8 Mile
So I stopped writing for a very long time
Thinkin' that a nigga wasn't
Made to bust rhymes
And this next part, sounds like nonsense
But I swear to God
Tina Fey gave me confidence
Taught me everything that is
Good comes from honesty
Everybody's got a voice
You just gotta follow it
She on her role model shit
From the day that I shook her hand
I knew that I'd never die a broke man
So I could try this rapping shit out again
The game need change, I'm a part of it
People tell me I should
Spit under Donald Glover
But I try to keep my real name undercover
'Cause if you hear my name
Then you think it's jokes
And I can't go for that
Nigga Hall and Oates
My nigga stay down like a winter coat
I rap about my life, not "I'm On a Boat"
'Cause this joke rap shit's
Gotten out of hand
Only ones who do it well's Lonely Island
Save the raps about your cat, I am not a fan
Leave the joke raps alone
Man I'm working here
I do not play around with this bullshit
I am different, call it new shit
Labels want me to hurry and cash my check in
But I keep my shit free
Till the last possible second
'Cause God knows that I
Don't need the money
You get your clothes free when you rich
Ain't it funny?
But this limelight burn like a muh'fuck
I wanna call my dad crying but I hang up
'Cause I don't want him to worry
He's got his own shit
So I send him a check and tell him to hold it
If anything ever happens
Want you to know this
I always took the time to smell the roses
And wherever I am, I am doing fine
I'm here for a good, not a long, time
Meaning that I’m not afraid to
Try a new thing can't see me
Best to get yourself some Visine
Toe tag a motherfucker
No jokes while these other
Niggas "wakka wakka"
Other rappers try and go and get over
You want that hood shit? Best
To go and call Hova
I was a good kid, backpack on my shoulder
98 test score in my ThunderCat folder
My cousin was older, my mama used to wake up
Drive me to his school 'cause
His school was much safer
But I slipped up and
Accidentally told a teacher
Now I'm going to a school
Where I get beat up
Because I ain't get down
With them other kids
Probably 'cause I talk too white and
I got a dad who's there
Mama couldn't take it
Sold the place and got us out of there
Guest room, now the six of us splitting
One with a restroom now I'm going to this
School called Rockbridge
School of the neighborhood we tryna
Buy a house in
There's not a lot of black kids
So I stick out like a sore
Thumb with some bad acne but really
What I wanna know is why I never fit in right
Like a fat dude getting on a packed flight
Even when I make friends in the hallways
I'm wishing I was someone else always
But I'm happy that that shit happened to me
'Cause it taught me most important
Is to do me 'Cause everybody hates you till
They love you
Facebook niggas same niggas that
Would shove you
'Cause nobody was jocking my style
'Cause I had a high voice
They called me faggot 8 Mile
So I stopped writing for a very long time
Thinkin' that a nigga wasn't
Made to bust rhymes
And this next part, sounds like nonsense
But I swear to God
Tina Fey gave me confidence
Taught me everything that is
Good comes from honesty
Everybody's got a voice
You just gotta follow it
She on her role model shit
From the day that I shook her hand
I knew that I'd never die a broke man
So I could try this rapping shit out again
The game need change, I'm a part of it
People tell me I should
Spit under Donald Glover
But I try to keep my real name undercover
'Cause if you hear my name
Then you think it's jokes
And I can't go for that
Nigga Hall and Oates
My nigga stay down like a winter coat
I rap about my life, not "I'm On a Boat"
'Cause this joke rap shit's
Gotten out of hand
Only ones who do it well's Lonely Island
Save the raps about your cat, I am not a fan
Leave the joke raps alone
Man I'm working here
I do not play around with this bullshit
I am different, call it new shit
Labels want me to hurry and cash my check in
But I keep my shit free
Till the last possible second
'Cause God knows that I
Don't need the money
You get your clothes free when you rich
Ain't it funny?
But this limelight burn like a muh'fuck
I wanna call my dad crying but I hang up
'Cause I don't want him to worry
He's got his own shit
So I send him a check and tell him to hold it
If anything ever happens
Want you to know this
I always took the time to smell the roses
And wherever I am, I am doing fine
I'm here for a good, not a long, time