Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Outside, 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
Outside |
I used to dream every night, now I never dream at all |
Hopin' that it’s cause I’m livin' everything I want |
Used to wake up in a bed between my mom and aunt |
Playing with this Land Before Time toy from Pizza Hut |
My dad works nights |
Putting on a stone face |
He’s saving up so we can get our own place |
In the projects, man that sounds fancy to me |
They called me fat nose, my mom say you handsome to me |
Mrs. Glover ma’am, your son is so advanced |
But he’s acting up in class and keeps peeing in his pants |
And I just wanna fit in, but nobody was helping me out |
They talking hood shit and I ain’t know what that was about |
Cause hood shit and black shit is super different |
So I’m talking hood shit and cool it now like New Edition |
Mom and dad wouldn’t listen |
They left the Bronx so I wouldn’t be that |
All their friends in NY deal crack |
It’s weird, you think that they’d be proud of 'em |
But when you leave the hood they think that you look down on 'em |
The truth is we still struggle on a different plane |
7 dollars an hour, WIC vouchers, it’s all the same |
Facebook messaging hopin' that could patch up shit |
But all they get now is, «Can your son read this script?» |
There’s a world we can visit if we go outside |
Outside, outside |
We can follow the road |
There’s a world we can visit if we go outside |
Outside, outside |
No one knows |
There’s a world we can visit if we go outside |
Outside, outside |
We can follow the road |
There’s a world we can visit if we go outside |
Outside, outside |
No one knows |
Yeah |
Dad lost his job |
Mama worked at Mrs. Winner’s |
Gun pulled in her face |
She still made dinner |
«Donald watch the meter |
So they don’t turn the lights off» |
Workin' two jobs so I can get into that white school |
And I hate it there |
They all make fun of my clothes and wanna touch my hair |
And my uncle on that stuff that got my Grandma shook |
Drug dealers roughed him up and stole his address book |
He’s supposed to pay ‘em back |
He owe 'em money but his bank account is zero |
So my momma made us sleep with Phillips heads under the pillow |
Like that would do somethin' |
But she’s got six kids, she’s gotta do somethin' |
She don’t want me in a lifestyle like my cousin |
And he mad cause his father ain’t around |
He lookin' at me now, like |
«Why you so fuckin lucky? |
I had a father too |
But he ain’t around so I’mma take it out on you» |
We used to say «I love you» |
Now we only think that shit |
It feels weird that you’re the person I took sink baths with |
Street took you over |
I want my cousin back |
The world sayin' what you are because you’re young and black |
Don’t believe ‘em |
You’re still that kid that kept the older boys from teasin' |
For some reason |
Can you hear me now? |
Can you hear me now? |
Oh, help us Lord |
Oh, baby baby baby |