Lyrics That Power - Childish Gambino

All these haters
See you later
All that I could do
But you dont even feel me though
I know you know I know you got that power
That power
Oh, oh oh

So CG but a nigga stay real
Though I'm fly I'm ill I'm running shit
Three-points, field goal
Rappers used to laugh like I tripped and fell
'Cause I don't stunt a gold cross like I Christian bail
Yeah, they starin' at me jealous cause I do shows bigger
But your looks don't help, like an old gold digger
Uncool, but lyrically I'm a stone cold killer
So it's 400 blows to these Truffaut niggas

Yeah, now that's the line of the century
Niggas missed it, too busy
They lyin' 'bout penitentiary
Man, you ain't been there
Nigga you been scared
And I'm still living single like Synclaire
Lovin' white dudes who call me white and then try to hate
When I wasn't white enough to use your pool when I was 8
Stone Mountain you raised me well
I'm stared at by Confederates but hard as hell

Tight jeans penny loafers, but I still drink a Bodine
Staying on my me shit, but hated on by both sides
I'm just a kid who blowing up with my father's name
And every black "you're not black enough"
Is a white "you're all the same"

Mm Food like Rapp Snitch Knishes
'Cause its oreos, twinkies, coconuts, delicious
How many gold plaques you want inside your dining room?
I said I want a full house
They said, "You got it dude!"
All these haters

See you later
All that I could do
But you don't even feel me though
I know you know I know you got that power
That power
Oh, oh oh
Holla, holla, holla, holla at yo boy

Like yo dad when he's pissed off
Got flow, I could make a cripple crip walk
Niggas' breath stank, all they do is shit talk
People want a real man, I made 'em wait this long
Maybe if he bombs, he'll quit and keep actin'
And save paper like your aunt does with McDonald napkins
How'd it happen? Honesty did it
See all of my competition at the bodies exhibit
Yeah I bodied the limits and I get at them fakers
Motherfuck if you hate it, cremated them haters

So, my studio be a funeral
Yeah, this is our year, oh you didn't know?
Uh, yeah I'm killin' you, step inside the lion's den
Man I'm hov if the 'O' was an 'I' instead
On stage with my family in front of me
I am what I am: everything I wanna be

All these haters
See you later
All that I could do
But you don't even feel me though
I know you know I know you got that power
That power

This is on a bus back from camp
I'm 13 and so are you
Before I left for camp I imagined it would be me and three or four
Other dudes I hadn't met yet
Running around all summer, getting into trouble
It turned out it would be me and just one girl
That's you
And we're still at camp as long as we're on the bus and not
At the pickup point where our parents would be waiting for us
We're still wearing our orange camp T-shirts

We still smell like pineneedles
I like you and you like me and I more-than-like you
But I don't know if you do or don't more-than-like me
You've never said, so I haven't been saying anything all summer
Content to enjoy the small miracle of a girl choosing to
Talk to me and choosing to do so again the next day and so on
A girl who's smart and funny and who
If I say something dumb for a laugh
Is willing to say something two or three times as dumb to make me
Laugh, but who also gets weird and

Wise sometimes in a way I could never be
A girl who reads books that no one's assigned to her
Whose curly brown hair has a line running through it
From where she put a tie to hold it up while it was still wet
Back in the real world we don't go to the same school
And unless one of our families moves to a dramatically
Different neighborhood, we won't go to the same high school
So, this is kind of it for us. Unless I say something
And it might especially be it for us if I actually do say something
The sun's gone down and the bus is quiet

A lot of kids were asleep
We're talking in whispers about a tree we saw at a rest stop
That looks like a kid we know, and then I'm like
"Can I tell you something?" And all of a sudden I'm telling you
And I keep telling you and it all comes out of me and it keeps coming
And your face is there and gone and there and gone as we pass
Underneath the orange lamps that line the sides of the highway
And there's no expression on it

And I think just after a point I'm just talking to lengthen the
Time where we live in a world where
You haven't said "yes" or "no" yet
And regrettably I end up using the word "destiny."
I don't remember in what context
Doesn't really matter

Before long I'm out of stuff to say and you smile and say, "okay."
I don't know exactly what you mean by it
But it seems vaguely positive and I would leave in order not to
Spoil the moment, but there's nowhere to go because we're on a bus
So I pretend like I'm asleep and before long, I really am
I wake up, the bus isn't moving anymore
The domed lights that line the center aisle are all on
I turn and you're not there
Then again a lot of kids aren't in their seats anymore

We're parked at the pick-up point
Which is in the parking lot of a Methodist church
The bus is half empty
You might be in your dad's car by now
Your bags and things piled high in the trunk
The girls in the back of the bus are shrieking and laughing and
Taking their sweet time disembarking as I swing my legs out into the
Aisle to get up off the bus

Just as one of them reaches my row
They used to be our row, on our way off
It's Michelle, a girl who got suspended from third grade for a week
After throwing rocks at my head
Adolescence is doing her a ton of favors body wise
She stops and looks down at me

And her head is blasted from behind by the dome light
So I can't really see her face
But I can see her smile. And she says one word
"Destiny."
Then her and the girls clogging the aisles behind her
All laugh and then she turns and leads them off the bus

I didn't know you were friends with them
I find my dad in the parking lot
He drives me back to our house and camp is over

So is summer, even though there's two weeks until school starts
This isn't a story about how girls are evil or how love is bad
This is a story about how I learned something
And I'm not saying this thing is true or not
I'm just saying it's what I learned
I told you something
It was just for you and you told everybody

So I learned cut out the middle man
Make it all for everybody, always
Everybody can't turn around and tell
Everybody, everybody already knows, I told them
But this means there isn't a place
In my life for you or someone like you
Is it sad?
Sure

But it's a sadness I chose
I wish I could say this was a story about how I got on the bus a
Boy and got off a man more cynical, hardened, and mature and shit
But that's not true
The truth is I got on the bus a boy
And I never got off the bus
I still haven't