III. Life: The Biggest Troll (Andrew Auernheimer) (исполнитель: Childish Gambino)
[Verse 1] Man made the web, you don't need a name Man made of faults, I ain't too ashamed Every thought I had, put it in a box Everybody see it just before the cops Trolling, trolling, trolling these niggas Rick Rolling these niggas, they mad cause they don't know any better "Hold up, it's the kid, quick, tell him he can't sit with us" [bad word] it, got money, bought friends like I'm TBS VVS, I can see it all with the clarity Real-D, hope they dig a [bad word] before they fairy me Even though, we were told to go where they wouldn't go Hella slow, that's that dial up, watch it pile up [Hook] X 4 Andrew Auernheimer Pulling on her weave It's that Andrew Auernheimer [Verse 2] We are the dreams of our parents lost in the future Who hide the deepest desires and wear a mask like a lucha Door open, we were smoking in the hotel The vapors went through the hallway, the manager [bad word] as [bad word] I mean where's the line between Donnie and Gambino? He hang with girls like Lena, but needed some time to re up Tequila in the cantina, 30 dollars I swallowed The sauce was so malo then she said "you need to grow up You been doing this for too long That camp was a million years ago, sing me a different song" Whether you're trolling or controlling, just a reminder You think you get it, you don't, it's the Andrew Auernheimer I'm gone - now I'm back Give a [bad word] or give 'em [bad word] just not a chance to react Tyler Durden this burden, hurtin', they said there was curtains Certain demise, look in his eyes, the pain and the inverting I could've stayed where I was and have a life you'd be proud of But I'd rather chase things never thought of It was all love, saying ''go hard'' Making dope, it's a trap, Ackbar backfired Panic dreams, so it seems we're meant to die I had to figure it out; "it's the best," no, that's a lie Had to get some stuff off my chest, I vaporized High on my own, it took time to realize Because the internet, mistakes are forever But if we [bad word] up on this journey at least we're together Man, I wish I could go back and tell that kid it's make-believe Make 'em believe in themselves, people who needed my help Feelings I felt, keeling myself No one's ever been this lost I just get the information retweeted or say it sucks I just got the motivation, your talent's just a bunch of luck Hard work and dedication, but lately [bad word] amok Waking up in these places I don't remember Texts from people I never met, doors left open (Who are you? Don't do it. Who are you?) I don't know who I am anymore Still on the beat though Still in the game, but he moves with a cheat code Slowest connection ever, my life inside [bad word] Them bands that'll make 'em dance, my wallet's Lollapalooza The violence, first-person shooter First person to move, first person to speak My mils aren't meek, they scream in the streets Losing my frame of reference, these pieces are [bad word] with breakfast Funny the day you born that's really your death sentence I met this girl at a dinner, we conversating She beautiful in the face, but her voice is [bad word] amazing And plus she write her own [bad word] [bad word] so close knit Smoke up and talking to eat, she helping me focus No Anna Nicole Smith, she getting hers Niggas taking props like a musical live and learn She say she feel alone all the time, I'm similar I meet her in my dreams on the moon, I visit her Every night I text her ''I wanna solve the world, I think I need your help'' She text me ''how you gon' [bad word] somebody when you don't [bad word] yourself?'' I mean she right though, 45 like a light-bulb And I could've died like my iPhone, but I kept going like a psycho And I