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letra de hands up high* - childish gambino

lyrics from gilga radio ep. 1

[verse]
i haven’t heard a peep since his dad passed
salt and pepper the beard
lookin’ at stars
and never smiles anymore, he just acts sad
this n-gga rich, i know it couldn’t be that bad
midlife, my life wasn’t never mid
my wife and seven kids
they said “see you at the top”
but oops, they never did
the roof is closed
that new coupe got seven gears
he ride through heaven tears
the sun, also out that mix of joy and pain
the colors are not the same
the rainbow effect
the child in my name was, oh, so upset
he bounce, made me sit alone in timeout and bought a gun
they can f-ck around and find out, he found out
he on the spectrum like rainbow colors
never forget
the devil is a angel’s brother
you tried to make a new world
i couldn’t change the other
i took a bite of a peach from my yard
it made me wanna thank my mother for dealin’ with a
hyperactive, awkward, not attractive, honest, writer, actor, artist
who hasn’t made a piece since his dad passed
you never know when you’ll be hearin’ that last laugh
that last hug, that last fight, that last f-ck
tip the uber eats driver that last buck
two spicy chickens with fries
outside a mansion with no art in it
off of i-85
the driver asked for a pic, uploaded it
they unloaded on the boy, we call it a “insta snitch”
a “different rich”
move to mountains and buy a farm
a white boy took his daughter to prom
that sh-t haram, right?
the hate his mom type
he should be havin’ that crisis, hardly
hairline touchin’ his ears, dressin’ like steve harvey
goin’ to dinner, sea moss
drinkin’, playing jidenna
“i’m a classic man”
different colored rings, callin’ everybody king
“where my hug?” with a glass in hand
my father couldn’t show me how to get old
maybe they pay you
logo free all of the clothes
maybe the road, shop at the store
give f-cks less and listen more
put up 33:4 and kiss the floor
build a table ’round that peace treat
cream from your cow, like, half a cup
pull three peaches then cut ’em up
a little vanilla, but not too much
try to tell me that ain’t fresh as f-ck?
bought a m3, told your son “try not to mess it up”
my kid’s sneaker-prints all over my sh-t
i’m finding the happiness the older i get
i bought my mom’s spot with no deposit
i watch ’em run from themselves, that sh-t is serious
i’m a man who provides, you can’t embarrass us
you shaking hands with these mans because you obligated
you said we friends, when really we only compensated
music’s predatory, still here, you can’t ignore me
not everyone’s happy for me, that’s life
my baby mama’s my wife
and when you do something right
it’s not a hater in sight
they tried to say he peaked when his dad passed
i need life, not the lifestyle
i grow the loud, my neighbor asked me to “pipe down”
3 stacks sayin’ “that ain’t sh-t to write down”
i did that colonoscopy verse
i p-ss on all of you haters and leave the seat up
don’t trust the mother of your child, need a prenup?
a billion streams, but can’t sell an arena?
nah, i couldn’t be y’all
the stadium lights, my name in bright neon (oh)
f-ckin’ up these hoes, i’ma fafo
fake cat, i’m a nickel late from this cash flow
if you ain’t really wanna know the truth, what you ask for?
gassed up, we gon’ f-ck em up like i’m tay keith (oh)
keith lee, y’all ain’t got no taste, y’all should eat free, kids play (yeah)
it’s a different day, i’m a different beast, ‘nough said
you done made your bed, we got different sheets
i done been straight, y’all seem nappy though (oh)
big house, big bank but is you happy though? (is you ha-)
yeah, is you happy though? (is you ha-)
i might be on one
i just bought some acres off of fruit funds
thrummin’ k’s
momma thought that i would holdin’ coupons
erewhon water in my see through
if i bring my n-gga to the table, he gon’ eat too (yeah)
n-ggas tight like it’s me too
and i just got my switch back
activate my core like a six pack
n-ggas late, i done been that
buzzer beater like a free throw (yeah)
got my shorts, but my knees old (yeah)
n-ggas cappin’ like a keystroke
yeah, everybody go
[chorus]
la, la, la, la
put your hands up high
la, la, la, la
in the sky for me
la, la, la, la
put your hands up high
la, la, la, la
in the sky for me
you don’t gotta worry ’bout me no more
you don’t gotta worry ’bout me no more

- childish gambino

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