Childish Gambino

Because The Internet

Where we were, kinda thing
Betcha crawl, all alone
Who am I? Rec league, I ain't paying to ball
Y'all b-string like a broke guitar
And I still put it down like the family dog
Yeah, I murder some, I murder one
Explain it all, ferguson
We ain't gotta sing the same old love song

Cut a white girl with the same black gloves on
Yeah, what you saying to it?
Old money look, no money don't do it
Make 'em turn around in their lane like a u-ey
And I'm only looking back if I'm looking at her booty
(At her booty) what's the rationale?
They wanna smoke niggas when they black & mild
So we acting out (okay, cool)

Where we were, kinda thing
Betcha crawl, all alone

(Blue dream by the bouquet 'til I'm blue-faced on a tuesday)
Can I have some? #niggasbelike
Put a 18 on a e-vite
And I said what I felt, no re-write
Nah nah, they can't hold me
June july, drop something
I double dare you, I'm marc summers
I scorch winters, I burn autumns

Gut niggas, so kurt vonne
Elle varner, got a crush on her
I gotta wait in line for that
Ain't nobody got time for that
Ain't nobody gotta rhyme with that
Too true like it's 2 chainz
Blue blood like he both gangs

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