FV - Bonfire (Remix) lyrics

Alright, it's Childish Gambino, can't forget me like I'm Rosebud Drop unexpected and improper like some noseblood Take a drum, take a f**ing s*ut, f**'em both up Taking reign all over your land, cause the flow's mud Drinking in the kitchen, roast c*nts while I toast fun Swing my nuts, round a haunted home, making ghosts come Can't stop chugging beers, well, I guess it's one of those months Educated rap, no effin D's, call'em THOSE nuts 'Far as salaries go I'm like a gay Luigi with'em, try to marry the O's Hugging my bros, getting too drunk, carry me home I can't remember where it is, it's either Paris or Rome I'm in the hotseat and I love it, gonna marry the throne Your singing voice, Y Soprano? Leave it after the tone I love it though, it's an homage, H is silent, you know Your style is h**n, so drop the H from champ and be blown You rappers impotent and illeterate, zero Ball-zac Calling God a c*nt, I'm not surprised when no one calls back Told me I can't f** with this sh**, let me pause that Mind is getting paradoxical like a lost map Load your f**ing GPS Head battling sleepiness Bible should named be called sh** My GOD Says, CBS Do he mean BS about the things our lord Jesus says? You're mad, while I'm like a loyal Mexican, won't see me stress See the fence? f**ing cleaning s**s, watch me leave a mess Try to clean your f**ing daughters chest and her creamy breast Your defence on the thin side, mine is really dense Lyrics criminal, so I guess I'll make the beat confess Reinhold, Judy, Apatow. Damn it, are you happy now? Open a pandora Can of popculture make Andy's proud Wait until you here the Camp Bells, when it comes to town Sober now, making vodka scream, making Sake howl Chilling with my Enrons. Say it like a white collar f** green, got a black wallet, making white dollars If I never take a break, f** it, why should I bother? We used to play all the time, dude, nightcrawler Drinking all across the f**ing country, we're party folk Last night we were pretty wealthy kids. Now we nasty broke Eyes around the head, Voldemort, we are hardly stoked Always one step ahead of you mosters, Gary Oak Females always touching on my nuts, like they're pokeballs Hope she knows, it's no strings attached, like a broke guitar Ladies want to get close with me. Fellas hope he's far Told me I'm not fit, cause the D.I.D, but I know we are Marilyn s** appeal with Kennedy hair I'm on tour Dallas-Los Angeles, you better beware Blast competition, blue shells, I'll never be fair My two cents are worth f**ing millions, my pennies are rare