Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All The Shine, artist - Childish Gambino. Album song Camp, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.11.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Glassnote Entertainment Group, mcDJ
Song language: English
All The Shine |
What the fuck do y’all niggas really want? |
I went with realness instead |
But all the «real niggas» I know either crazy or dead |
Yeah, I dropped the free EP for these other kids to feel a lot |
Niggas keep asking on whether this dude’s for real or not |
I’m not trying to come hard, I’m trying to come me |
That’s why these older songs that I used to make I’d release free |
What’s the point of rap if you can’t be yourself, huh? |
That’s why I come first like my cell phone |
I’m a role model, I am not these other guys |
I rap about my dick and talk about what girls is fly |
I know it’s dumb, that’s the fucking reason I’m doing it |
So why does everyone have a problem with talking stupid shit? |
Or is it real shit? |
‘Cause sometimes that stupid shit is real shit |
Like when you make out with your best friend’s baby sis |
You know the one with short hair you used to babysit? |
(See, that’s not even right) |
You with a different girl like each and every fucking night |
And kiss her while she’s sleeping and sneak out the front to catch a flight |
That’s not life, dude |
It’s just making up for fucks I missed in high school |
I keep it wrapped until I meet the right one |
'Cause I ain’t Mumford, I ain’t tryin' to have sons |
All I wanted was some more like Ashton |
I ain’t the coolest but I know I got passion |
I got passion! |
I really wanna do her right and it doesn’t matter |
We’ve got all the shine we need to find |
I really wanna do her right and it doesn’t matter |
We’ve got all the shine we need to find |
«Baby, I’m on the edge» |
She said, «Why you gotta act so strange?» |
I said, «Baby, I’m on the edge» |
She said, «Why you gotta act so strange?» |
I said, «Baby, I’m on the edge» |
She said, «Why you gotta act so strange?» |
I said, «Baby, I’m on edge» |
Said, «Why you gotta act so strange?» |
Am I serious? |
I don’t even know |
Are you hearing this? |
This shit is laughable |
I ain’t trying, I’m doing, these other rappers are foolish |
I got fame, my A&R's a computer |
Is there room in the game for a lame who rhymes? |
Who wears short shorts and makes jokes sometimes? |
My nigga like, «I'd get you MTV if I could, man |
But Pitchfork only likes rappers who crazy or hood, man» |
So, I guess we gon' see |
I ain’t Curren$y, but if there ain’t money in my name please murder me |
Sometimes I feel like I ain’t supposed to be here |
Sometimes I wake up, I don’t want to be here |
My mom loves to text me Psalm verses |
She don’t look at me like I’m the same person |
I used to be the sweet one, but things change |
And I don’t want them missing a son like Bon’s last name |
And all my uncles alcoholics, shame on me |
I drink whiskey till I’m grounded, no TV |
I wanna go inside the club with no gold piece |
And walk in with no I.D. |
and No I. D |
No matter how far the hood seems |
We all still got hood dreams |
I always wanted to get picked on the cool team |
But alone is exactly how I should be |
I really wanna do her right and it doesn’t matter |
We’ve got all the shine we need to find |
I really wanna do her right and it doesn’t matter |
We’ve got all the shine we need to find |
I really wanna do her right and it doesn’t matter |
We’ve got all the shine we need to find |
I really wanna do her right and it doesn’t matter |
We’ve got all the shine we need to find |
We need to find |
We need to find |