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letra de gpoy (glover intro) - eli arbor

[intro]
everyone wants to be their self
that’s just like everybody else
which begs the question:
who am i?
i hope that pitchfork doesn’t hate this
i hope that this is my ticket to all of these majors and magazine pages
who am i?

[verse, part 1]
picture a kid he’s in the back of your cl-sses
he may be fat or with gl-sses or combination of the two
he’s a little bit strange, he doesn’t quite fit in, and he hates change
but i’m sure that the kid just wants to be happy too
and his hair’s kinda nappy too, his legs a bit ashy too
and he never says “thank you” if you say “bless you”
it’s nothing personal, you can’t bring a blessing on his life and end his strife
cause he doesn’t believe in god, he only believes in idols
he’s slighty antagonistic and mildly suicidal
cartoons he refers, solitude he prefers
because he likes to eat without the lunch room laughing at him
it feels like they’re always laughing at him
he puts on headphones to escape into a world of sound
and once he left this planet he just never came down
cause he couldn’t stop chasing the feeling he found
and it was weird cause no one ever really knew him before
black kid and he was constantly called an oreo
he was into iron maiden, didn’t quite get his drawl
started out at the awesome and ended up at the crawl
thank you to mc chris, for introducing us
cause he liked skinny jeans and liked to skate as much
and he liked star wars and he hated brady bunch
and now he’s rapping over grizzly bear like “what the f-ck?”
that sh-t’s exactly what he needed
felt his world fell apart and retreated just as the waters receded
but as he grew, he got the sh-t that he needed
finds every article he can sits down and f-ckin reads it

[verse, part 2]
picture a kid he’s in the back of your cl-sses
he may be fat or with gl-sses or combination of the two
he’s a little bit strange, he doesn’t quite fit in, and he hates change
but i’m sure that the kid just wants to be happy too
he’s not the smartest on in the lecture
but he’s got the most p-ssion for what’s important
he wants to interrupt with conjecture but he feels self-conscious and that’s unfortunate
he hates the cl-ss, ’cause math is slowly sucking his soul
he’s not meant to crunch numbers meant to tell the untold
there’s a world we can visit if we go outside
and he intends to find it, so
switches to a major where he can know himself
and all the while you showed him he could flow himself
that not every rapper had to tell the same story
from the glory of the culdesac
to telegraph ave before me
like, that sh-t’s was exactly what he needed
felt his world fall apart and he didn’t know what he needed
but as he grew he got the sh-t that he needed
took the whole script late at night, he sat down and f-ckin reads it
and this is because of you, this is because the internet
this song’s my gpoy, i know this life’s of interest
i started a poindexter, i’ll end up in kauai
losin weight telling myself that the cake was a lie
but you never lied about it
you told the awkward truth they tried to hide about it
middle-cl-ss black, in a place where you’re judged by your race
remember having white kids call me “n-gga” to my face
i thought that i had to take it, their molds that i couldn’t break it
when n-ggas told me i talk too white, well i had to fake it
so i went from bryant gumbel to wu-tang
switched the slang to show ain’t nothin but a g thang
i changed myself so they’d stop seeing me
cause bein different makes you a target easily and repeatedly
i thought it was who i needed to be
to get what i needed from them for those who needed me
but changing everything changes who you are
i am a shooting star, here today but gone tomorrow
i am a shooting star, here today but gone tomorrow
i am a shooting star, here today but gone tomorrow
you taught me n-ggas ain’t a monolith, gave me a real sound for it
you made music for n-ggas that was searching for a sponsorship
music for kids on bridges that’s starin at the ground
wonderin about life and thinking about what’s wrong with it
thinking about how long it is, the heart and how strong it is
their taunts and their responses then
the world was all monsters then
we’d listen intently to the wind, trying to find the songs that we knew we meant to sing
cause we was never meant to sling, and we was never meant to one day end up in the system full of sin
we was never meant to win, that was set at the begin
we was never meant to win, that was set at the begin

these mental acrobatics, celiacs and asthmatics
nerds with bad habits, and n-ggas into bad rabbits
girls with yarn braids, girls that’s clean shaved
and girls that like the first few albums from green day
n-ggas that like blink, girls with dark skin
girls with light skin who stop acting divisive
n-ggas that’s only trappin so they could buy synths
and girls who sit back and let the story begin
there’s girls who love him, n-ggas that hate themselves
there’s girls over the sink that’s puttin themselves through h-ll
n-ggas that like p-ssy and n-ggas that like d-ck
n-ggas who like both and neither, it don’t matter which
girls that like boys, girls that hate god
there’s n-ggas who like girls who don’t mind being odd
girls that like nothing and girls that like girls
this song’s dedicated to you all over the world

[outro]
you’re a shooting star here today but gone tomorrow
(x8)

- eli arbor

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