Bronchitis
By: Donald Glover
Written by: Donald Glover

Version Of: Bronchitis

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Lyrics:
Fiji water and a box of old Raisinets
I got a real taste for dying but I ain't do it yet
I tried to watch The Artist with my girlfriend
But instead I lost the battle with some Nyquil
Playing Double Dribble with my older cousin
Now I'm balling every day
So dude that's got to stand for something
But it doesn't change the subject
Man I'm hustling, sandals cutting up my ankles
Please and thank you
Demons hate you when you angel
Never been to prison but I serve a sentence
[Grind in my sleep, man, my dreams need a dentist]
I'm sharing experiments with Seventh Day Adventists
And on the seventh day I'mma show you all what the event is
Dollar signs bottom line
Speak the truth and everybody gonna hate you
Unless it's funny
That's how I used to make money
I don't roll with the old
Yeah they want something from me
Why the flow so dummy?
Why do hoes still love me?
I dunno! Don't bug me
I'm Patron, all bubbly
All power, all culture
Ain't nobody sober
My mama don't drink but she kill me over soda
Damn homey, man, you famous like Kony
My cousin Bandcamp man
My cousin Bandcamp man
ATLien-ated myself about a month
Just enough to get the get my rows in the duck
Just enough to make a faithful man wanna fuck
Girls be tweeting me their pictures - man I gotta look
And most of them couldn't handle the panels in my comics book
This rapper's book, this writer's book
That kind of shit, it's not a hook
That kind of shit, it's not a hook

Standing into the wind
Cutting into my skin
And the air is like an icicle
As the night starts to fall

We are, we are

No excuses or apologies
Ain't no way in hell they gonna say I ain't embody this
I be killing every nigger breathing bronchitises
Ain't no way in hell they gonna say I ain't embody this

No excuses or apologies
Ain't no way in hell they gonna say I ain't embody this
I be killing every nigger breathing bronchitises
I be killing every nigger breathing bronchitises
Let 'em know