Childish Gambino - Bonfire Remix (Robert Lee Irving V)

Childish Gambino - Bonfire (from his Camp album) remix

Lyrics:
Rob's in the place, now huddle around the bonfire
See the look on their face, I must show that I'm a nonliar
That means I tell the truth, I have to..I'm a songwriter
Not a story teller, no stretching shit..thong wire
It' do or die, when I use my mic
Suicide, you might lose your life
Fluid rhymes, infuse these guys
To renew what wise men knew would die
What happened to the hunger, the younger niggas have no drive
They're blasting by with whack ass rhymes, and I meant in the sense that they can't entice
Enough with all these metaphors
I'm settin' wars, infectious hordes
In step with swords, so lets be warned
It'd be a pleasure to settle the score
I wanna settle the scandal, of these meddling vandals
ill win these niggas with my wit, call me Gretel and Hansel
Speakin' of that, you niggas are as fake as a fairy tale
When you rap, it reminds me of how expired dairy smell
I'm wired, cant you tell
Aspire to excel
Raps in dire circumstances
here to inspire to raise some hell
Oh what did you break a nail
You should get it fixed
No I don't give a shit,
I just want you to let me spit
I'm gripping, and flipping the scripts
Equipped with a limp I'm a pimp
Constrict if you give me lip
So I suggest you do not say shit, bitch
Please excuse me where's my manners
My grammar, is to enamor
My plan is to stammer rappers
Who's acts are for the glamour
I have the passion to establish cash n' get a mansion
first I'm attacking erratic faggets, advancing 'till there not standing
Ill throw you like a tantrum, brain scrambled like an atom
holding niggas for ransom, ready to go platinum
While their girl call me handsome, what's happenin'?
You can imagine, the panic, when my magic causes fractions
Or fractures, yea that works
I got my words backwards
I got the moves like jagger,
While I'm yelling #swagger (hash tag)
What's the time, check my sandglass
I have that cuz I'm a badass
For you ass hats that want to ask that
While in the back playing grab ass
Oops I did not mean to insult you
It's the result dude
You're gonna consult who?
Bitch I am the manager,
And the employee
Hired to destroy
I'm the one that you want
They're just some decoys

Back on the mic, I'm no anti depressor
Angering rappers, 'till they fold like the clothes in my dressers
I'm the aggressor, got no temper
Just no patience for the lessers
Tender like the other gender
But I'm not naming the pretenders
ill go loco for some mo dough
1-10, I'm three more than ocho
While they're mojo working slow-mo
I'm turning oh no, into go whoa
Get heads bouncing like a low low
I'm ready to shake the game, like a snow globe
I'm ready to shake the game, like a snow globe
Gave that two reeds, oboe
I'm a supa dupa troopa, scooping losers
Viewing sewers, recouped from stupor,
Give me my suture, cuz I pulled out the tumor
Cant wait to get some diamonds and rubies
Yeaaa boy I want them
I will give some back to my community
Kinda like troy and abed

Is it getting hot in here? Or is it just summer?
You're done nigga, that's the sound of the buzzer
When I get on the mic, damn right there's thunder
Break the earth into 30 rocks, shout out to Donald Glover

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