Tuesday, October 11, 2011

CHILDISH.GAMBINO

Can we all just listen to all his songs now? Right now please? I'm in love with his tracks, the mad beats and explicit lyrics. This sick boy is NOT just a rapper, he is so much more than what those posers on the radio ever will be.

I got this money, baby.
I wanna spend it on you.
I got this Sunday, baby.
I wanna spend it with you.

We can do what you like.
I promise that I'll be true.
I got this money, baby.
I wanna spend it on you.
Oh.

I don't really know where to go, don't know where to hide.
Everywhere that I go, you'll be right by my side.
You're the only girl that I have ever dreamed of.
I wanna tell you everything but everything just seems dumb.

I kinda like you girl.
I really wanna dress you up.
I wanna buy you for real.

I kinda like you girl.
I really wanna feel you up.
I wanna feel you for real.

I got this money, baby.
I wanna spend it on you.
I got this Sunday, baby.
I wanna spend it with you.

We can do what you like.
I promise that I'll be true.
I got this money, baby.
I wanna spend it on you.
Oh.

I got an upstairs, downstairs in my loft
Check the mixtape baby, I don't talk.
Yes, I run this shit like it's hard to walk.
And you think that I'm dope like I'm ???
I'm recession proof, I work to relax, ho.
Weird voice, catch beef like a lasso.
New Fresh Prince, you can chill in my castle.
Spit real shit so I must be an asshole.
Right? Nah.
That's why I'm makin' out in your car.
These vlogs are a dudes A&R.
Got a big tip for these girls at the bar.
And I don't mean money.
Ever since the money, yeah, they treat me funny.
Girls look good, you can take green from me.
Ain't trippin' if ya got it, know what I mean, honey?

You got your yellow sundress on.
I'm tryin' to right you the best song.
With your wayfarer shades, you drive me insane.
I wanna hold hands and call you pet names.

I kinda like you girl.
I really wanna dress you up.
I wanna buy you for real.

I kinda like you girl.
I really wanna feel you up.
I wanna feel you for real.

I got this money, baby.
I wanna spend it on you.
I got this Sunday, baby.
I wanna spend it with you.

We can do what you like.
I promise that I'll be true.
I got this money, baby.
I wanna spend it on you.
Oh.



You are the bestest, I will obey you
They wanna know what, I couldn't say who
You are the only one who's ever really seen me
I know that I'm the reason that you don't watch any tv
I wanna lay on your stomach so bad
And it gets a little quiet in this bachelor pad
And I don't really understand the thing we had
I wanna try again, but it would just be sad
And oh, oh whoa
You are the only one who's ever let me be me

We can make it easy
We can do it simple
I'll be waiting right there
Promise to be gentle
Sittin' by your window
Girl, you're so fly to me

So fly. Girl you're so fly
So fly. Girl you're so fly
So fly. Girl you're so fly to me


baby girl you know what I want.
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Childish Gambino got that swagger
All these pussy niggas 'round here don't matter
All that I know is that I wanna dance with ya
Move in closer before I'm gonna kiss ya

Know that you know me
Don't act stupid
You seem different
Tired of these groupies
I'm on fire, won't find figga
Got big shots sayin, "That's that nigga"

HOV-y with glasses. Weezy but geeky
Girls in the lobby tryin' to meet me
I ain't afraid to say it. Yeah, I love these hoes
With their glasses, and their jacket, and their hipster clothes
Yes, I'm always on tour. Whatcha mad at that fo'?
Slammin' that thing like a Cadillac do'
I love fast women, Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Have your cake and eat it. Baby, it's your birthday

Baby girl, you know what I want.
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

It ain't trickin' if 'you know'
Baby, I 'you know'
Mama, you are with the right man; Juno
Tell me what you wanna do, I will make it happen
I just wanna get you home and uh, uh, uh, uh, oh

Yes, I'm drinking whiskey
Baby, I am gone tonight
NBC is not the only thing I'm comin' on tonight
Gross! Why the fuck I say these things?
It isn't over, haven't heard the chubby lady sing
Everybody love me. Call a nigga Raymond
These weak niggas always in your face like Raybans

Yes, I bring the heat, girl. Fire, f-fireman
Baby, I'm your hero. Donald for Spiderman
I'm in love with you, but this is not Tennis
And baby stay stacked like she bad at Tetris
Rude boy, I Rihanna that vagina
Tell your boy, good luck tryin' to find ya

Baby girl, you know what I want.
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Grey days


Hello,

Blah, felt like blahing to you, perhaps you can relate (or not). Work is sometimes hectic and sometimes humdrum. Why are you complaining, you ask from your own overwhelming piles of work. BECAUSE, this combination of humdrum and the impending end of my contract plus the fact that I have zero job offers on the other side and no income and at the moment I have no choice but to hang in the balance and wait and see makes me feel... blah.

There are moments I am a flurry of application emails, job searching, and wasta-insuring. Then there are moments where I feel like I should just float on my back with the millions of other people in the ocean of unemployment and see where the current takes me. Other times I feel so at a loss, after having turned to every corner or angle that I thought would take me somewhere only takes me back to where I started, and I don't know what I should be doing- acting or waiting. Maybe today I'll have an acceptance letter in my inbox instead of the usual "we regret to inform you"s. Maybe I'll bump into someone who needed a very good... proof reader. Maybe someone remembers me when a vacancy opens and is looking for my number on their phones but haven't found it yet. Maybe this job needs me more than I need it and will offer to make my time here "worth my while" while it waggles its eyebrows suggestively over paper cups at the office cooler.

This immobility is having the time of its life on my emotional state. There are days I am dazed, free-wheeling gleefully through the good and the bad, accepting that mine is just a rough patch that anyone else goes through. Other days even advocacy videos for investing in health workers (such as this one) can reduce me to tears and I have to excuse myself to go sob uncontrollably in the stairwell (the bathroom stalls woefully lack any privacy).

It's not like my life has any *real* problems, like a serious illness in the family or insurmountable debt like millions of Americans or that I'm fighting for the freedom of my country and people like the millions in the MENA region are doing in this instant.

And because I don't have real problems but I have little nagging ones that build into a daunting pile, my life feels inconsequential, like an indie movie replete with crappy music that has that brown-noise subtune and no beats where there should be and sustained piano notes when the camera zooms in on a corner of my head and there's no composition at all. Cut to scene of me busy with work, then cut to scene of me staring at a wall. Introduce random characters into the frame where they bug me and I'm nodding, voiceless, trapped in a colorless world with no resolvable ending in sight. Cue credits and audience disappointment.

Well, that's how I feel sometimes.