I met this girl called Corrine at Uni
A beauty, cutie – truly a movie, groovy
5’ 5, dark skin, hotter than Bikrum
Pretty brown eyes, thick thighs, and a thick bum
…So fine, I started acting a bit dumb
Like, wearing swimming trunks just to go for a quick run
I’m chilling in the canteen speaking – on the phone
There she was sitting and eating on her own
BREIS, don’t put these girls on pedestals
Think with the brain in your head, not your genitals
Just talk like Tevin Campbell, and please don’t freeze
I walked over and said, “Hi, my name’s Breis”
…“Hi I’m Corrine,” she replied with a smile
Brand Nubian if I’m describing her style
Turned her half grin to laughing after asking
“Do you say plantain or say plantin?”
The more we talked the more it seemed like I knew her
From another lifetime – previous user
…Got the digits and we spoke that night
…Five hours later we were saying goodnight
In a couple of weeks I got the location
Invitation – student accommodation
…and there’s nothing to be frightened of
…This could be the perfect night for love
Chorus
I really wanna get to know you
You’re so beautiful and soulful
I think tonight’s gonna be
The perfect night
Jumped in the shower, scrubbed extra hard
Sprayed deodorant, dope like Escobar
…30 press ups before I dress up, bless up
…Stepped out the house, and told myself, “don’t mess up”
I’m looking forward to the kissing and the banter
I bought some chicken chow-mien and some Fanta
Rang the doorbell and waited. “Surprise”
She was shocked, I could see it in her eyes
Sat in the living room, eyes on the booby trap
…The doorbell rang, I was like, “who is that?”
She opened the door – in walked this other bruda
(yay!)…I knew this brother…was not her brother
I’m looking at Corrine, he’s looking at me
She’s looking innocent tryna watch TV
…The perfect night, but he ruined it
Like when you grab an ice cream tub from the freezer…but there’s stew in it
I really wanna get to know you
You’re so beautiful and soulful
I think tonight’s gonna be
The perfect night
10 minutes later, “It’s time for me to leave”
I packed up my chow-mien then I breezed
Corrine walked after me, tried to explain
“Breis wait…I don’t know why my ex came”
She’s caught in the middle of two – like a ‘w’
Wonder who’s more vex – me or this other dude?
Felt like a sucker/ who got cut with a new knife
When she said, “BREIS I like you…but you’re too nice” Huh?
Some girls pick bad guys when they pass by
Get treated like faeces, then ask, “why?”
Don’t come crying on my shoulder when you’re older
When it’s over, you’re sober, baby in a stroller
In my head, I’m on my knees saying “Why? Please”
That bruda better not be eating her Chinese!
Just another day in the life of a younger man
The ways of a woman are hard to understand
SET LIST:
“Nothing is Safe”
“True Believer”
“Code”
“Dodger”
“Night of Heaven”
“Work Work”
MUSICIANS:
Daveed Diggs: vocals
Jonathan Snipes: electronics, harmonium, melodica, table of nonsense
William Hutson: percussion, loon call, table of nonsense
Sharon Udoh: vocals, piano
David Rothbaum: bass
Kid Koala: turntables
Production Company: Encyclopedia Pictura
Director: Daren Rabinovitch
Executive Producers: Daren Rabinovitch and Isaiah Saxon
Senior Creative Producer: Isaac Karsen
Line Producer: Davin Singh
Supporting Producer: Morgana Yasmeen
Associate Producer: Honzo Smilek
Assistant Director: Showtime
Edit, Color & Titles: Isaiah Saxon
Matte Paintings & VFX: Daren Rabinovitch and Isaiah Saxon
3D Modeling: Daren Rabinovitch, Paulo Puck and Murray Nelson
3d Animation: Pavel Mishkin
Cinematographer: Devin Whetstone
1st AC: Kevin Ulibarri
2nd AC: Nancy Nguyen
Gaffer: Robert Olivia
Best Boy: Christian Armada
Key Grip: Otto Betancourt
Grip: Richard Walter
Choreographer: Mike Tyus
Dancers: Lucas DeBiasi and Marco Palomino
Costume Design: Daren Rabinovitch, Isaiah Saxon and Murray Nelson
Costumer: Michaela Ross
Costume Fabrication: Chris Ross, Liam Reynolds, Zachary S. Pitcher and Sebastian S. Pitcher
Sewers: Rouby Moore, Olga Podymova
Stylist: Sajida Silva
Painter: Gabbi Maria
Makeup Artist: Nimai Marsden
FX Makeup Fabrication: Daren Rabinovitch
FX Makeup: Gabrielle Vega
Production Assistant: Malika Yansaneh
Driver: David Martinez
LYRICS
Yeah, nigga, you ain’t gettin’ no money You ain’t gettin’ no bitches, you ain’t doin’ shit, man
Yeah, what you mean? Yeah, motherfucker, yeah Listen up, motherfucker, I wanna talk to you
If this the last supper, then my lover gettin’ three plates
Liberate a free state, communism sweepstakes
We on a island, I’m sellin’ seaweed to Poseidon
He gave us free housing, somethin’ to spend a life in
My heart buck out, animated like a black cookout wit johnny bravo
He the white lookout
Don’t look up
Don’t worry ‘bout it baby everybody eating good
Yeah I’m eating honey with Winnie in Hundred Acre Woods
We in the Deep South getting coin
I’m in the library packing up books, tell your nigga join
or tell your nigga jump
I’m a boss, imma hunt
Eat the cat good he can pick the book of the month
And yes, I mean that
I wrote this on my beanbag
I sacrificed my sanity, hoping to get my dream back
A clean rag on a dusty floor
Rap underground princess
The love galore
I know somebody better give me my cheese
Or I’ma have to get mine from these streets
I gotta lookout for me
Everyday struggle, niggas hustle in the background
Never had a cap, gown,
Graduated
My college years volunteer,
Crystal clear like I made a wish
Rise from the swamp with them voodoo practices
Princess Tiana in Bahamas on a beat like fuck a sauna cut the drama, I told you I’m feeling froggy, bitch
Been a long year since I hopped on a pogo stick
Niggas ain’t getting no play like I’m home and sick
I wanna go outside and parlay
On a brunch date, this nigga just bought me a parfait he bout to eat cake
I’m blowing his candle like birthday
Wishes do come true, I told you boo
I’m outside!
Put a blunt up in the sky
rapunzel been letting his hair lock I’ma climb
Down the rabbit hole, wonderland I got time
This is station 69, enjoy your smooth ride
I know somebody better give me my cheese
Or I’ma have to get mine from these streets
I gotta look out for me
Someone’s gotta pay, yeah
I know somebody better give me my squeeze
Or I’ma have to get mine from these streets
I gotta look out for me
Man, I ain’t waitin’ around for these motherfuckin’ niggas no more I’ma go outside
Whether it’s the grocery store I don’t care if it’s the mall, bitch, I’m outside.
Listen to me now, okay? You hear me? If you finna get yours, I’m finna get mine.
If it’s Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, I don’t care.I’m outside. I’m outside. I’m outside. I’m outside. I’m outside. I’m outside. I’m outside. I’m outside. I’m outside. I’m outside. I’m outside. I’m outside