[Intro:] Runnin' through the moment as the sun goes down And all I ever wanted was to hear that sound I stunt hard I make it work, yeah I make it work, yeah I make it work, who I live large I make it work, yeah I make it work, yeah Yeeaah [Verse 1:] Childish Gambino, lame n***as never heard of it Sick Boi is the crew, f** these n***as with a dirty dick When these mothaf**as gonna understand I'm serious? I'm hard in the paint, like I f** her on her period James Dean swag, leather jacket, white t-shirt Rolled up sleeves, n***a lookin' like a greaser Word is born, baby, my dictionary's in labor Listen to the Culdesac and know that was an ultimatum Man, why nobody wanna admit they like me just a little bit? Won't be on the freshmen list, guess I'll just keep spittin' sh** Never be the rapper with $600 shades No iced-out chain, Rod Lavers all day I was hopin' they would see me just for me, dope rhymer They do me like my first house, no co-signer See you usin' qualifiers, you don't even know "I guess he good for a rapper who on a TV show" Even though, I was rappin' back when Lance had chemo, ho Even flow, Pearl Jammin' n***as can't leave me alone I keep a bone for these girls who liked me back when green was low Feel me, though, DVR my thoughts and make your TiVo grow [Hook:] Runnin' through the moment as the sun goes down Starlight, starlight And all I ever wanted was to hear that sound All night, all night But it's all for you to prove it Keep on movin', keep on usin' My shine, my shine, my shine [Bridge:] Ooh, take me higher, higher, higher Ooh, take me higher, higher, higher [Verse 2:] Gambeezy make it work somethin', let me check the syntax Don't add an eezy to my name, 'cause it has never been that Aladdin on you f**ers, prince of the game from street rat Dudes fall off, too steep like tea bags Steady movin', don't worry about where I'm a be 'Cause I'm a be on these tracks like indie girls on Amelie Honesty, I'm rappin' 'bout everything I go through Everything I'm sayin', I'm super sayin' like Goku f** nerdcore, f** backpack f** rap cool, I make cool rap I make music for wack blacks to blast back In fact, I swear the track I lie on's my last track [Hook]