Silk Pillow Lyrics - Royalty - Childish Gambino

[Verse 1: beck] 

Centrifugal force pulling me off-course, in a horse race 

Changing horses midstream, fourteenth place 

I'll videotape surveillance playback 

Sigh you lose face, disgraced, god forbid you 

Fall off of the face of the earth with chase 

The black hole of what you thought it was worth today 

"don't shoot the piano player" I heard them say 

It was your fault, centrifugal force, you got caught 

Convict monotonous, a verdict thoughtless 

As you read it out loud, at least I was being relatively honest 

Standing in your office trying to speak to some anacondas 

Leaking sawless from the sawdust 

While your doppleganger stands copless 

No one notices, they got their own dramas 

Drama-rama's mellow dramas 

You draw commas on the eyes of madonnas 

And wonder why you can't turn traumas into nirvanas 

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[Verse 2: childish gambino] 

Don't mess your head up, still run with these young bucks 

Still runnin' on jet fuel, still pimpin' on what-what 

What was I thinkin'? I wasn't 

What am I drinkin'? I'm buzzin' 

Speakin' of weekends I used to fuck with your cousin 

I used to rap about nothin', now I rap about nothin' 

But that nothin' was somethin' that ain't nobody was bumpin' 

See I still got it boo-boo, just a battle, do you 

Wonders if you don't wanna be under some gross dude 

But most girls will do it just for a corner seat at nobu 

I bet your daughter's perfect, he say it like he know you 

My daughter isn't living yet, at water village idiot 

Their flow's dumb, but that royalty's the silliest 

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[Verse 3: childish gambino] 

Someone tell these niggas I ain't fuckin' 'round 

Fly them all to vegas man we hold it down 

Livin' for the present, nigga we fuck futures 

Sippin' on some whiskey, these bitches drinkin' kombucha 

Recession means more oppression, these niggas will shoot ya 

Rio de janeiro, these bitches lookin' like xuxa 

Talk with anacondas, at least I'm bein' honest 

I'm tryin' to turn these keke palmers into baby mamas 

Baby mama, I'm your baby, mama 

Man, let your boy drown, they ain't save me, momma 

They ain't save me momma 

They ain't save me momma 

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