mixtape: "I Am Just A Rapper" (2010)




New Prince (Crown On The Ground) lyrics - Childish Gambino

I do not talk, I am just a rapper

Stompin' on these niggas like a whack-a-mole with no hands
Get girls on the floor like slow jams
Fuck yeah, I'm feelin' myself, no lotion
My light shine bright, no roaches
Nigga, I'm focused
You the one who eyes wrong
Only time I'm worried is when I'm the no-fly zone
Cause I'm so fly, homes
Fresh like pinecones
Female phone book my iPhone
Margarita bright, meanin' limelight
Nerd girls losin' their shit like prom night
Mouth like a pussy? it can never be too tight
Let me guess, you know a better rapper? you, right?

Bam-B
Sicker than your grandma
Pass the mix-tape to a friend like Chandler
This track is gettin' over written
Sports night, Fanta
Tell 'em that you know me when you runnin' through Atlanta
I am at the top
Whether you want or not
And I am in my prime
I am an auto-bot
I do not talk a lot
I am just a rapper
Fuck a girl's pussy bright red like snapper

Sick

Yeah, I stay fly like a pelican
Get new kicks everyday like an ottoman
Ex-girlfriends askin' if they get a shot again
I try to call 'em back but there's a lot of them
Someone tell me why these muthafuckers busy hatin' me
Just because I'm rappin' and my style is kinda Japanese
Band of outsiders
Kitsune, APC
Macy's got shit on me

Fuck what you heard like a dick inside alarm clock
I ain't got no jewelry, I leave it at the pawn shop
Two of your chains equals one of my shirts, sir
You got Jacob's Jeweler, I got Anna Wintour
Niggas jealous cause I got more green than seven splinters
I'd rather spend that money on a polo from La Tigra
Young, smart, and handsome
Who could even ask for more?
I change the situation like auditioning for Jersey Shore

Bitch, Look At Me Now (Two Weeks) lyrics - Childish Gambino

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
I do not, I do not, I am just, I am just a rapper
Sick boy make moves like a chess piece
And that move real quick like Nestle
Let me make it clear for a second like Pepsi
I was never worried bout my wallet being empty
Cause when it was empty, I was still happy
Walkin' with my Walkman, freestyle rappin'
High school bullies like what the fuck happened
Nigga off the hook like I fuckin' shot the captain
And this supposed to be relaxin', rappin' is my hobby
I did this in my bedroom where I separate my laundry
Watchin' old episodes of Shining Time Station
You are now listening to my mouth on vacation (ation)
Why you doing this, what's your motivation?
I am just a rapper, I don't need the paper
No Will Smith went off without a hitch man
C-H-I-L-D it's the ISH man
Do sixteen bars no wristband
I'll always be childish, call me Maggie Simpson
Run the track like my tongue's an Olympian
I've always been this good, you just weren't listening

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
I'm a try to make my street cred stack up
I mean I'm rapping over Grizzy Bear, what the fuck
Gather swagger up, before I take it all
You started rapping when you wasn't good at basketball
I started rapping cause I fucking need some Adderall
I can't do one thing, I'm just too good
I can't do one thing, I am Tiger Woods
I make you iPod hotter than a lighter would
Picture me in sixth grade, overweight, overbite
Got my fake Adidas on, whiting out the fourth stripe
Kid named Vincent got it out for me, I hate that guy
Frodo from Chicago, really small and shy
You better recognize, cause I'm no better now
Cause I was always sick, my life's a hospital
And that's some funny shit, that turd is Apatow
That female dog is blind, well bitch look at me now!
I'm wearing tight jeans, and nobody's laughing
More pussy than recycled sanitary napkins
Bitch sitting shotgun in my Tracy Chapman
I did exactly what you niggas said would never happen
I'm doing me so big I can hardly walk
These rappers need ER like they're Charlie Park
Stay hard like my suit made by Tony Stark
This kinda music make your balls drop, Dick Clark
Yes I'm grown and sexy, and I'm worth the wait
Girls act like I'm the only dude on earth to date
Put these words on your head and let them percolate
We need to separate church and state
I used to have to pay for gas in my momma's Saturn
And now I'm paying for a mortgage as a working actor
If living my life is what you say you're chasing after
Nigga stop talking shit and just be a rapper (be a rapper)

49ers (Orange Shirt) lyrics - Childish Gambino (feat. DC Pierson)

[Verse 1: DC Pierson]
Whoa
What'd you get, amnesia?
I bet you wouldn't sleep on me if I was Lil' Weezy, huh?
Bet you wouldn't sleep on me if I was in a band or something
And my bank balance were around a grand or something
Ask you something:
Do you think I'm common like sense it?
That heaven didn't send this
Uniquely perfect dude so just discard me like a toy, then
But you know, I know, I'd make a damn good boyfriend
Oil can, oil can
You think I'm the tin man
You took my little heart and you kicked it like a tin can
Ain't you heard I got the kind of shine can make your skin tan?
In the lean time don't come crying for the thin man
In the mean time I'll be building my portfolio
All these other dudes eradicated like polio
With any luck you'll see me everywhere like Starbucks
I bet you wanna fuck me when it's time to star fuck

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
I didn't have green like an Arizona front lawn
Now they try to touch my face like an iPhone
Now I'm all gassed up like Exxon
Girls see the money like I fucking got checks on
I don't even know if this girl really likes me
Picking up the check like I'm working at Nike
Talking to this girl and I'm thinking that she's into me
Then I find out she's trying to break in the industry
That's really lame
I still hit it
But I refuse to be home girl's meal ticket
I'm looking for a sick girl to be a part of me
Not a girl who will try to McCartney me
Yes, homie I'm a man of my word
Got this shit in the can like a toilet of turd
And, yes, these gold diggers trying to get at my sperm
Well, I'm not a 49ers fan, in case you haven't heard
I know my girl out there somewhere
And if you hear this, you should come here
Unless you don't give head like a weird beer
Elroy, Bam-B, yeah, I'm outta here

My Girls (My Girls) lyrics - Childish Gambino

In the fourth grade I had a crush on Tia Smith
Sixth grade and this crush is turned to Beatrice
But they don't like me because I'm too nice
And I'm kinda fat and not the dope type

But I grew out of that and it's a miracle
Now every girl sees me as marryin' material
It's a buyer's market, I'm Alicia's target
And every other girl who wanna let me steam their carpet

I love these hipster girls and they feel the same
Now they don't have to choose when someone asks 'em Drake or Wayne
And niggas waiting on me, we didn't have a voice
You used to have to act street and now you've got a choice

My momma's brownie mix, I keep the goodies moist
Of every girl I'm tappin', this wasn't supposed to happen
Hard to keep my thoughts straight on every date
Especially when my penis talking SWAT team, cover me, I'm going in

I do not talk, I am just a rapper

Yes, I got a million other girls
You don't wanna hear that for fear that I fuck a lot
And you don't wanna get attached cause you'll like me
I fuck a girl named Keira nightly (Knightley)
Nah, I made her up
'Cause it sounded dope, I don't give a fuck
Ride me, giddy up
They can hear us in the hall, Arsenio
Naw, girl, I don't wanna shoot a video
I do it all day, don't you watch me on the TV show?
I'm gonna get mines any means necessary
Got Red Bull pulsing through my pulmonary
Least I feel like it, met her at a club
Now we're making out, and I ain't spend a dub
I'm gonna try to live it up like TOP FLR
And my girls like gifts so I bought more

All girls 18 and over love this light-skinned Casanova
House pimped out, William Sonoma
Sleep on me, that is a coma

Yeah, nigga, you see what I'm gettin' at
I'm gettin' at her, I'm hittin' that
Her kitty cat purr, how weird is that?
I'm diggin' that

A nigga not tryin' to say you don't make mistakes
I'm trying to fix all the hearts I break
But every time that we talk in my apartment
We're gonna kiss a little, and then we start shit

"You're heartless, don't call again
Don't email, we can't be friends
I swear that this is the end"
Then I call her next week and we do it again

My girls, my girls, my girls, my girls
My girls, my girls, my girls, my girls
My girls, my girls, my girls, my girls
My girls, my girls, my girls, my girls

(I don't mean to seem like I care about material things, like a social status
I just want four walls and adobe slats for my girls
Ow!)

(I don't mean to seem like I care about material things, like a social status
I just want four walls and adobe slats for my girls
Ow!)

I Can Hear Your Feet (Sunrise) lyrics - Childish Gambino

Sing. Uh.

Aye. Aye. Aye. Aye.
Aye. Aye. Aye. Aye.

I do not talk.

I do not talk. I am just a rapper.

Childish Gambino, hot as a flaming cheeto
I'm tighter than baby speedos
I'm shifting another kilo
And that's because my shits dope
Walking past the red rope
The bouncer is my kin folk
So I don't need credentials

Sick boy is my clique
I got that shit inside a headlock
Love to make that bam bam
We were born to make the bed rock

I am so hip hop
More so than you guys
I am legend
You guys are true lies

Tootsie like some jenga
Shout out to my topangas
Them fifty fit girls stay wrapped around my finga
Nerdy girls from every where
They scope me out like there he is
My whole crew's sick
I'm hanging out with jerry's kids

Hold up mother fucker
It's gambini on the microphone
Screaming like your father when he comes home and the light are on
Girls addicted to my dick
My wallet is there methadone
Brain dead niggas love beef
They are vegetables

I am on that fly shit
Fuck that, I'm orbiting
My face is everywhere
Fuck that, I'm norbiting

I can feel your heat, momma
I can hear your feet, momma

... give you the sunrise
I wanna give you the sunrise
I wanna give you the sunrise
I wanna give you the sunrise

The Truth (Goth Star) lyrics - Childish Gambino (feat. DC Pierson)

[DC Pierson:]
Mr. DNA, flow so Jurassic
Clumsy archeologist about to drop a classic
Damn right we got a t-rex, I paid for that in plastic
Clumsy archeologist about to drop a classic
Mistake still burning but I'm learning like a raptor
Take what I'm given make it work like an adapter
Make short work of her, then I will adapt her
Critics all agree it was the work of a master
At last my success will match my fatigue
And at last I'll send my children to an ivy league
In the masks from The Strangers, freak the whole place out
Get your glasses on, girl, geek your whole face out
Don't open up your mouth unless to let something great out
And that's not a beef, that's just a peek at the steakhouse
A week at my maid's house to recharge my battery
Then I'll be right back on top like Slattery

You know from Sterling and Cooper
If she's paid out then I will recoup her
And if she's paid out then I will invest
And if she's really played out then I will impress
Wpon her the need to please please me, whoa yeah
Girl I'm on my knees
Ooh, I need it so bad
It's like I work at NORAD
It's DEFCON-5
Go out back to my car and drive

Cause shit just got real
Take a thirty wreck drive into a field
Pass out in my vehicle
Hope I wake up in a world more agreeable
Hope I wake aboard an unidentified flying object
Or a reject Enterprise
A Starfleet drop out odyssey
A route to cop out galaxies
Til then I'm in the light, right where the moths are
Impressive, depressive I'm a Goth Star.

[Childish Gambino:]
I do not talk, I am just a rapper
Nigga I'm on
Niggas try to off me
Like these girls like I like my coffee
In my lap
Fuck this track
It goes off beat but I'm on like clap
And dog, you can have my scraps
I'm close to these girls like her tampon flaps
I'm having an effect on the hood like crack
Even though I'm so suburban like a backpack strap

Don't you get it?
Read Ayn Rand
Then you'll understand why they call me the man
I'm just fucking special-er
Different from you other guys
Hating me in high school made me metamorphosize

Kafka-esque
The way I dress I need to send Bo Diddley some checks
On Marc Jacobs, Commes Des Garcon tie
Diddy is my swagger coach
Can't stop, won't stop
Heavy hitter, short stop
Horse face, horse cock
Bouncer, door stop
Tell me when enough's enough

Looking at me warming up
Microwave a nigga flow
Pity y'all don't see me though the rest of y'all already know
I get it like I gotta, man
Flier like a college band
Niggas looking for a deal and I cut out the middle man
Drinking fucking grape juice
Early at a wine bar
Blacker than Depeche Mode so I'm a Goth Star

I Love Clothes (Deadbeat Summer) lyrics - Childish Gambino

I do not talk, I am just a rapper

Nigga, I'm the capper
Rapper slash not actor
Cause I could never act the part of being fakey
You should really thank me
Who else would do this shit?
All that fucking wishing and waiting

These niggas are mistakin
You don't speak my language
Dressed like I'm cambridge
Bowtie make me muslim
Switch for suspenders
Two at least
Clickin through our hyperbeast
Tom Brown, Hells Bells, Kitsune, Jay L

I don't wear your shirt unless it got a logo
Now it's to go out and walk around soho
All high schools showing out, Pay less.
Man fuck that, yo I earned this.

I love clothes.

Go to top man
That's the hot spot
Check Kayne's blog for the high tops
Check shake appeal lookbook right quick
They hooking up with ambush, that's it
Sperry top cider with a black trim
Pink leather jacket, gotta get him
New t-shirt and I put it all
On a charge card
Burning through my go yard
And it's so dumb, but it's so tight
Ain't nothing like new shoes every night
And it feels so good in the new jeans
And the new shirt, it's addicting
I'm an addict

I don't want help, I'm a die in my brand new Louis belt.
But not Louis, it's too gaudy
Check the lime green frames this girl bought me
Billionaire boys club, I'm living it
One shirt, eight dubs
I'm spending it
Got shoes that I know I won't wear
And the problem is I don't really care
Got money, but nothing is forever
Every time I gotta buy I new sweater
By 211 I'll be dead broke
I'll be the homeless dude in a peacoat.

Turd In The Oven (Diplomat's Son) lyrics - Childish Gambino

I do not talk, I am just a rapper

C.G. but I'm real light talk
I know these motherfuckers wish I'd turn my mic off
Fuckin' Reddy Roosevelt
Big stick, walk soft
On top of this hill of pussy where I get my rocks off
Yeah my raps kill laundry
Knock socks off
Rappers think they're on the court
All they do is trash talk

But I do not talk, I am just a rapper
He's rapping over indie songs? This is a disaster!
But I made it dope like I'm cookin in the kitchen
And these niggas couldn't see me now I'm fucking with they vision
And these bitches wasn't listening
Now they fucking listening
Shoot from the hip, motherfucker I'm a hipster
Do big things like a whale is your sister
Bitches get all dolled up, Westminster

Fake niggas ain't happy, are ya dude?
More (w) raps than vegetarian barbecues
Can't learn, this rapping has to be part of you
Big dog, I'm steady reppin', I'm Marmaduke

And I'm trying to do
Everything
Sick Boy
Medicine
And I kill beef
Burger King
Elroy, and I jettison

I'm the atmosphere
I was always here
Girls tremble when they see me like it's cold in there
I do not talk don't chat neither
If it ain't about me then you shouldn't talk either
Gambi mixtape got em poppin out
The super late girls asking when the album droppin
If you ain't gettin yours then you better get something
My shit hot shit like turd in the oven

My mouth drops classics
Lips are historic
Tongue is amazing
Ask your clitoris

Underground king like a young Bun B
And these haters are pussy so they should love me
Cause I'm so T-I-T-E
Niggas can't believe that my shit is free
Indie rap niggas smoke purp, drink tea
Nigga, pop quiz: what you know about me?

And what you should know, I do a lot of this
I mean business, I'm the Economist
Big bad wolf, blowing over your cottages
Nigga on Twitter and ain't even a follow-ist
I'm dropping new shit, like the early bird
Shout out to Silverlake
Shout out to Williamsburg
To all my Slick Rick kids looking dapper
Do your thing and you are just a rapper

mixtape: "Poindexter" (2009)




Extraordinary lyrics - Childish Gambino

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I ain't your ordinary nigga
Look around, this ain't what ordinary gets ya

[Childish Gambino]
Bam-B, the one like Neo
You didn't see it comin, reverse Miss Cleo
I'm C-P30, or better yet Anakin
when it comes to lightsabers that I'm handlin
I used to be king of the whack look
Now I stay king of the MacBook
Yes MacBook, where you write your numbers down
Yeah boy, I got girls in and out of town
You got it wrong like saying OJ, IJ
Stop the rumors; Asian girls don't got sideways
I gotta fuck every shade of latte
I gotta flow like my mouth to Kanye's
These niggaz think that I'm playin I ain't sayin nothin
I'll fuck your girl on the burner, I'm so top stuffing
You can't stop nothin, I'm (The Juggernaut)
That's why your B's sweet on me like I'm butterscotch
Yeah we run a lot, boy the Track Runners here
I'm Elroy we jet sun out the atmosphere
Let me make it clear, I'm your inner fear
And I'm taking over please don't interfere

[Chorus]

[Childish Gambino]
Ungh! I'm the streets desire
You gettin too old man, please retire
Don't make me carry you like I'm liar liar
Bring the heat like a monster, I'm (Elmo's Fire)
I'm too busy spittin shit with a socialite
I'm too busy sittin bitch with some model types
Yes sir, my girls look like Rihanna twice
with some packed bags, yeah, they ain't goin home tonight
Get your camera phone, prove you seen me
or else you'll be with friends like "Please believe me!"
I'm (All That), I am (Kel and Kenan)
Nigga I come hard like I'm filled with semen
These rappers bore me, gun talk with black clothes
Y'all let me know when y'all let 1998 go
Y'all niggaz scared to grow! I'm never scared to go
anywhere that's new I go outside y'all niggaz stay at home
But that's alright dude; I'm a special guy
Y'all been wantin to rap since you were ankle high
And I've been wantin to rap since like what, '05?
Do the math man, how are you one of the best alive?
Bam-B, yes me, best out there
Tryin to get universal like healthcare
So fresh, so clean, like a new pair
When you get to the top, what'cha do there?

[Chorus]

So Much Better lyrics Childish Gambino

I'm cooler than an ice cube, yeah I'm rude
'Bout to get your head sliced, yeah I'm nice, and you 'bout to pay the price
Like The Price Is Right, but I'm not Bob Parker
Yes, I get down like I'm Charlie Parker
Meaning that I'm musically inclined, if you try to get with mine
I'm about to blow yo' head back
Get another bullet and I spray bullet (bullet)
And I spray back, pop, pop, click, click (drop, drop) down
Now they lookin for your body like all over the town
Niggaz, my name Gambini, I used to be clean
Now I'm dirty martini, cause this (Boy Met World) like (Feeny)
These niggaz make wishes like genie
Nigga you know how we do, latinos, black people, and gringos
This money stained my fingers like Cheetos
Blast it out your speakers like Quito
'Cause I can barely hold it all in like Speedos
These niggaz got a lot of nerve these niggaz got a lot of speaks
And all these skinny bitches busy shop at Anthropologie
Who you tryin to be? I'mma take my girls to BIM and treat 'em like a V.I.P.
Because I am a G, uhh (G, uhh)
I start the party like Chex Mix
Put it in your house like Netflix
Beat, nigga, it's what's for breakfast
Y'all niggaz got beef with this kid
Y'all niggaz' punks and stay punks like The Misfits
I'm way off in the distance, y'all done lost the race like McCain
But like McCain, you used to be cool but now you lame
It's hard to maintain ain't it? Because
I am so much better (than before)
My swag is so sick, you might catch it
I'm tired of fuckin 'round with little kids like I'm Brad Pitt
These little kids need to play in traffic
Cause all they was was make a nigga giggle like Mad Libs
I'm hot like an attic, in the summer
And girls scream "sick boy" like we know each other
But we don't know each other, you ain't my fucking brother
We need to separate like organic peanut butter
My lightsaber flashin, my kneecaps ashy
And girls of the world used to walk right past me
Now I hang with girls like my girl Kate Perry
I might have to (Mary) (Kate) like my name (Ashley)
These rappers don't know what they up against
They can't see a nigga like my names Snuffleupagus
If you don't like my shit, why the fuck you bumpin this?
I am so much better (than before)
You better get it clean cause this is the last straw
And break inside house and leave your gas on
Nigga, we NASA, cause we 'bout to blast off
Go in the bathroom we see you peein like I'm Shasta McNasty
Get it? UPN? Shasta McNasty?
Nigga, I'm a master, and I'm fuckin plastered
I don't need a fuckin beat for this, I can make my shit up
While I go, here's the part, that I'm about to show ya
I'm the best cause I gotta, (The Devil Wears Prada)
And he's got a boom boom like Welcome Back, Kotter
Leave your guy like my daughter, got cheese like frittata
Greed and filata got ya mama
Most rappers want the drama, but I don't want the drama
I just want a quiet night down at Benihana
I rap cause I gotta, dude's got nada
I make 'em all proud like my middle name Obama

Phat People lyrics - Childish Gambino (feat. Billy Scafuri)

[Verse 1: Billy Scafuri]
One, two, three, check it out
On the road to sandwiches and chicken wings
Phat people do phat things
Using salt and pepper for their seasonings
Phat people do phat things
Check it out

It's B to the I to the double L-Y
My friends all know I'm not an ordinary guy
I like little things, like chicken wings
BBQ sauce, honey mustard, onion rings

And when my cell phone rings it goes jingle-jing
I say hello, I say hello, I say who this be?
They say it's Fancy Ned, I got a fancy head
I'll eat a fancy ass sandwich on some fancy ass bread

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
The wait is over, shut up, bend over
I hang with bar stools, I chill with Grover
The boy Ebola, my boy phat too
And my girl so phat that they call her Oprah

I got that green like a bowl of okra
Loose change so phat can't fit my sofa
I head to the bank, call the shit my grocer
It's Sex in the City, get the phat mimosa

Me and B, we phat boys, hang with phat girls
Driving phat toys, fuck Dan Aykroyd
I'm live on a Saturday night
I got two phat girls, I'm doing it right

Like my name John Goodman
I got the phat crib so I'm doing real good, man
And I'm up to no good, man
This is how I get phat, call the shit cooking

Phat people do phat things

[Verse 3: Billy Scafuri]
I tip waitresses, I tip scales
My style is kind of phat like an Orca whale
I'm sipping whole milk as I stare
Thinking I can be your Oprah, you can be my Gail

Cause I am a phat boy, never been to Bally's
Married to this phat life, call me Kirstie Alley
Married to the snack life, counting every calorie
Might just open up a phat boy art gallery

[Verse 4: Childish Gambino & Billy Scafuri]
What else you do, B?
I'll make it easy
What else you do, B?
For girls to squeeze me

I'm phat but my numbers run
Listen son, I'm a show them how it's done
When my swagger weighs a ton
Stickin' straws inside of girls, you can call me the Capri Sun

[Verse 5: Childish Gambino]
I make the girls drip, so I guess I eat Gushers
Screaming out yeah like I'm eating out Usher
In your dad's bedroom where I fuck you
Knockin' on the door, so you're screaming out "nothing"
But they all know it's something
You didn't think I'd tear the pussy up, did you pumpkin?
But better and better like Benjamin Button

[Verse 6: Billy Scafuri]
I hang out with Chester Cheeto
Cooler than the ranch on your Dorito
Hotter than the peppers in your burrito
Getting cheddar and cream, if you know what I mean

[Verse 7: Childish Gambino]
Yeah, I know what you mean, home girl mistaken
She think Gambino won't bring home bacon
Or bring home Swiss cheese, my dough got holes
Cause all these hoes want shoes and nice clothes

They want the Macy's, the Neiman Marcus
The Fendi purses, the Gucci parkas
I know you want it, don't get me started
They see Gambino and they act retarded

Phat people do phat things

[Outro: Billy Scafuri]
Eat snacks, mother fucker, eat snacks
Eat snacks, mother fucker, eat snacks
Eat snacks coming out of packs
Guaranteed to put a little fat on your back
Eat snacks

The Awesome lyrics - Childish Gambino (feat. MC Chris)

[Hook: MC Chris]
I am the awesome, you see me flossin
Watch me walk, upon ,your face
Make that incision, I leave you itchin
just to join, my mon-ster race
Say I'm just messin, yeah well I'm pissed
that I can't keep, an e-ven key
You think you know me, but you can blow me
cause you don't, know how, I feel

[Childish Gambino]
It's Childish Gambino ho - what you know about that?
Niggaz 'fraid to go outside, they some house cats
Cause if they see me, they might have to act right
I'm livin life right, like I got a past life
Boy I got a flashlight, check my fuckin hoodie skin
Like God was makin light and threw my hoodie in
Bambi, naw nigga that's my pseudonym
Call me Elroy, nigga we some hooligans
And just in case I keep a million in the glove box
Blast this shit from in your car to make the hood rock
Ice cold, bright colors like a juice pop
And if you try to touch my shit I'll make your juice pop
Yes I get a two spot just for fuckin showin up
Boy it's me, TNT, boy I'm blowin up
Nigga throw it up, noy I am the awesome
Call me Elroy or Mr. Hey-How-Much-It-Cost-Him

[Chorus]

[MC Chris]
Okay!!! Rackin 'em, stackin 'em, packin these parlors
Gettin these, beatin these hoes like Carver
Whittle like cardboard, steady like barbers
I'm back and forth from the front to the starboard
Back up Marlin, it's only a suit
Like high torch cause he ain't get the boot
Like fly gossip, birds in the zoo
Cause the underground sound I'm reiteratin through
Once I'm in the mad loop, what a real man do
With a cannibalistic crew, when they runnin on the loose
Can't handle the truth, like a fart to a scoop
Put my hand on the mic and my mind on the loot
Crime to duke, ridin away
I'm a dick snub that you bothered to say
I get krunk then the car pull away
Now don't get sick got the shit on spray, okay?

[Chorus]

Yes lyrics - Childish Gambino

Yes, I'm Mr. Big Stuff
Yeah, my stuff big, man
Keep a girl's pussy bright red like a pig's tan
Four shots and watch me lean like a kick stand
I really need to change my name to, "Hey, I'm a big fan."
Cause that's all I hear when I'm outside
And my hoodie's never jealous of that tie-dye
Cheesy on the mic, like I'm laying on Jordan
No homo for you niggas homophobic

Yes, I back bend these girls aerobic
And these hoes got a Spiderman like Tobey
Keep these girls wet, call them Lakers like Kobe
Got money trees, asking me, "Do you row me? "

Latin girls kiss my feet like they're superguh
Latin girls see your face and call you "Stupida."
Yes my name is Childish, so I guess I'm cheesy
Yes yes yes my wallet's cheesy
Throw your hood up, are you queasy?

Yes, I am the Juggernaut
Yes, my name is Elroy
Yes, my dick will make that ho tell, like a bell boy
And I get my tip, and my tip is in your girl
And I'm gonna bust a nut like I'm a Gallagher squirrel

It's the man of the hour
Better yet, the century, check the whiskey sour
Lookin' like I'm drinkin' piss
How's be fuckin' thinkin' this
Easy, I'm a mentalist, but I'm not on CBS

Uh, yes it's me Bambe
What is your daughter to do?
I've been doing this ever since Harry Potter was new
Boy! I don't play, I change games, I am too real
So my words stay hard like a blue pill

I like pink, it always looks good on me
And I like pink, it always looks good on me
That second part I was talking about vagina, homie
Fuck the game at an early age, now there hymen on me

Yes, I am a magnet
Yes, I do attract it
Remember when these fake ass niggas called me faggot?
Cause I had glasses and a pink track jacket
Now those things are assets to help me get some asses
Now these nerdy hoes keep asking me to smash it
Bullies from middle school chatting on my Twitter status
Fuck you, you don't get shit from now on
Unless you got a demo tape, then I can lay some ground on

It's the B to the AMBI, colors like candy
Nigga, I'm the Army. I'm being all I can be
Yes I dress dandy. Get a clue, like the Clandy
I live hard, I never sleep in, like an Amby

This is for the niggas thinkin' different
While their friends are flippin' pigeons in they're stay po-pimpin'

He never let's the best go past him
My life says yes like it's having orgasms

Hawk Jones lyrics - Childish Gambino (feat. Dree Dei)

[Intro]
I got you bro, here we go!

[Childish Gambino]
My flow like Hawk Jones, the little bitty one
Hit me on my iPhone, you can text me when I'm done
I'm sicker than your grandparents honey
I'm sicker than that bitch at the end of Ben Button
Your mixtapes mean nuttin; I put out albums in a week
Eat these other rappers rhymes that is why my breath stink
You get fucked like nymphos
These clothes make niggaz roll up they windows
These Frito banditos, cause they're like chips
Cause they talk shit, see me bend it
These niggaz 'round here they don't let your tongue slip
Send you black and blue like you an African crip
My green like a weird watermelon, no seeds
And my green like a weird watermelon, all leaves
My green don't fit in my white skinny jeans
Cause I move anywhere - so I guess I'm the queen!
Yes, yes yes, I'm so Hawk Jones [3X]
Yes yes, Andre, show 'em how it's done

[Dree Dei]
Whoever wanna climb this beanstalk is gonna find me
No I'm not a giant but my name is An-dree
Oops I meant Andre', add an extra "E"
and the accent mark, yes it's Dre, not Dreeeeee
He's so confused cause he thought I was a boy
Well I got two (Mounds) but no (Almond Joy)
And all these fools wanna taste my cream
Infatuation thick like a slab of good brie
Infatuation real, all they think of is me
Yes all these fuckin charlies got a lactose disease
But they not intolerant, they daydream more than moderate
It's, just not a meal until you sprinkle parmesean on it
It's, just not a get until you givin all you got on it
It's, just not a cock until you put all of your heart in it
Look at him starin at my lips
Ain't they thicker than a pair of African hips?
I thought we was friends but he think we gon' kiss
Here he comes leaning in, he swing he MISS!!
How's it feel to taste a mouthful of air yes
How's it feel to kiss me knowin I am not there

[Childish Gambino]
Boy I need a censor, boy you need a mentor
These boys need to be lead like they two pencils
Yes I'm a black nerd, it's that simply
Call me Poindexter or the black Ed Grimly
Girl attitude stay stank like kim chi
But she ain't Korean and her boy ain't friendly, uhh
Turn your girls that are friends to fuck buddies
Keep em on the wire, that's why I cuddy
And every girl that I'm friends with wants to fuck
That's why she waits 'til I'm drunk then she runs amuck
Guess boy my name's an aphrodisiac
Yes boy at the hotel's where I leave 'em at
I am (Animaniac), cause I'm so (Wakko)
Better (Warner Bros.) when you see a chick act hoe
And even if she's so (Angel) that she's on (Bones)
No girl is so fly to fuck with Hawk Jones

Yes, yes yes, I'm so Hawk Jones [3X]
So why don't these motherfuckers just leave me a-lone

Almost There lyrics - Childish Gambino

[Verse 1:]
Girl, I messed up real bad
I'm looking back on the days that we both had
I go to bed and I dream so hard
Of little mixed kids running in the front yard
I need you close, I need your kiss
I never ever, ever, ever knew a love like this
I, miss you more than Puffy missed B.I.G
I didn't think that you would leave a hole this big
In my life, you need to be my wife
I made this song, I hold my pillow tight
And wishin' it was you, what can a nigga do
Fuck this success, fuck these interviews
Fuck these phone calls, girl you are worth it
When I was happy, you were happy, you are perfect
When I was blue, you were blue, you're my Smurfette
I put my best chips on the worst bet

[Verse 2:]
Girl, I need you like I need air
And fuck those other honeys, I will be there
I never ever, ever thought that I would be scared
Of living in a world when you're not there
My biggest fear is that you won't give a fuck
When you play this song on your MacBook
"Is that CG, yo, he is old news
I'm way too busy with my new dude."
The best time I ever had
Is kissing in my shitty ass Kia van
I wish that it was me instead
Feeling all your pain
I know that it is different now
It will never be the same but
I swear to God, our love special
You can be my number 2 like one pencil
Or you can be my number one, I will let you
In on my life, I've changed so much since you
Left, that hotel room
And if you're with another guy, go tell dude
That he can never keep us apart, he needs a better door
He'll always be the guy that you settle for
I'll always be the guy you're s'posed to be with
Where the fuck is Cupid when you need him
I'm so Sam Cooke, I need tea for two
I play Sam Cooke and I think of you

[Verse 3:]
Baby girl we need to be together
This song ain't for my album
This song is for the better
And even though we living in a city full of strangers
They can see I'm different
They can see my anger
They can see my pain
They can see the way I talk about you
They see the way I living and I won't live long without you
I drink every night, I smoke more too
I guess it's safe to say death or you
I need you more now than I ever did
I'm still the same guy you fell in love with
I need a second chance like I need a prayer
Sometimes I think God just doesn't care
I hope he has a plan for both you and I
So we can be together at a different time
Remember when I come home late
And you'd be crying over some food on a cold plate
I'll never do that shit to you again
You're the most beautiful girl I ever known and my best friend
Baby girl we need to make up
And when I dream of you, I don't want to wake up
And when I don't dream, I don't want to wake up
I'd rather die now than not have your touch
Cause I miss you so much

Hollerin' lyrics - Childish Gambino

[Childish Gambino]
I got skinny jeans on, so I got my swagger
I got new kicks and embarrass my naggaz
A skinny tattoo with a paintball space
So a nigga got bounce like a pinball game
I got (Housewives) like my name was (Bravo)
The dude is Bueller, the world Chicago
I'm hard to follow, the boy is sick
I'm Adam Sandler so fuck your clique
I hang with dogs like Michael Vick
And you girls get wet like a glass of Quik
Cause your boy stay fresh like a bunch of mints
And I fight this flow like a pacifist
A barrel of monkeys, a house of chimps
I'm way more fun than your boyfriend is
He need new jeans like a accident
Cause your boy right here where the action is, ahh!!

[Chorus]
Don't talk about it - you can live without it
You don't even need to go down
Don't talk about it - you can live without it
You don't even need to go down
Cause you were hollerin, hollerin "Oh!"
Hollerin, hollerin "Oh!"
Hollerin, hollerin "Oh!" girl
Cause you were hollerin, hollerin "Oh!"
Hollerin, hollerin "Oh!"
Hollerin, hollerin "Oh!" girl

[Childish Gambino]
I said these niggaz mad at me like Baby Boppers
These niggaz slept on me like old pajamas
You niggaz stay soft like Jon Secada
And this nigga stay lit like a candelabra
And even if I didn't have a million dollars
I would still have cream like Bearded Papa
Girl I ain't playin I'll treat ya proper
I got (No Limits) like Silkk the Shocker
You look too sweet like Betty Crocker
You could ride in the front, you could meet my partner
My boy in the back, you could meet my partner
But he ain't got a girl so you should bring your partner
Your boy got books like he made of lockers
The girl got legs like a pair of Dockers
And we don't trick like empinadas
You should shake that shit 'til you got maracas

[Chorus]

[Childish Gambino]
If we're together
Can do whatever
I'll make sure that you're close to me
Cause baby girl it's a fantasy
As long as you are here with me tonight

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Cause I want ya
Cause I need ya girl
Cause I want ya
Cause I need ya girl, yeah

My Name Bam-B lyrics - Childish Gambino (feat. G.E.T.H.)

[Childish Gambino]
People say I'm crazy, I'm loony, I'm psycho
I like it; I got my shit checked like Nike
Doctor said he'd never seen anything like me
Chances of recovery are nil to not likely
Boy so crazy make your baby momma look sane
Kickin thoughts around like he got a loose brain
I got a whiskey, sour, sober
until I fall down like it's mid-October
Young Young Hova, boy I say for goodness sake
I'm in my prime like I'm standin on my dinner plate
You niggaz innerspace cause you come up Martin Short
I'm so fly I don't need a right wing from Drudge Report

[Chorus 2X: Childish Gambino]
Ahh! Stay wildin like me!
Ahh! My name Bam-B!

[G.E.T.H.]
People say I'm angry; but if you're happy, you're crazy
I'm violent, so I've got a blue belt from Renzo Gracie
Read the news today, oh boy, some kids are dead
Pulled the covers over my head and went straight back to bed
Cause even my good days are generally bad
At my happiest - I'm just slightly less sad
And I get mad if you're glad to be alive cause I had
a chance at a happy life, good mom, good dad
Seriously trust me, you wouldn't wanna be me
The best days of my life involve leftovers and TV
I got almost no friends and I don't know how to handle this
Even the friends I do got are all moving to Los Angeles
Even I'm tired of my whining, even I don't want no more of me
I whine more than a three-year-old, multiplied by Morrisey
Every time I meet someone who wants to be my friend
The first thought that I have is "Yo what the fuck is wrong with them?"
I go through life with my fists up fut trust me my fists are all
full of handfuls of Wellbutrin and Risperdal
I'm depressed y'all, someone please help me (please help me)
Seriously (seriously right now) help me
I like the Risperdal better than the Wellbutrin

[Chorus]

[Childish Gambino]
I'm good with the N, no not the Nina
Mean I'm good with the hammer so I'll fix your broke heater
And not your bro Keeter, I don't tote guns
I never had white so I never needed one
And the hood respect me, I rose from the ashes
Call me the phoenix in the clear rim glasses
They saw me work, without that work
Now I got my own (Enterprise), call me (Kirk)
And I'm born on an air force base, so I'm fly
Move out to Decatur, that's Atlanta's Bed-Stuy
I got that pink like pussy
Got that pussy (Day 'N Nite) so they call me Kid Cudi
Bitch!

[Chorus]

Grind lyrics - Childish Gambino

[Laughter]
Nah, I don't...
Look over there, look over here
(Wait a minute!)

[Chorus]
Oooh, ahhh, oh yeah
Got to get on my grind, got to get on my grind
Oooh, ahhh, oh yeah
Got to get on my grind, got to get on my grind
Ooh, aah, oh yeah
Fallin out, ooh, down
Got to get on my grind, got to get on my grind
Oh, fallin down, oh yeah
Got to get on my grind, got to get on my grind

[Childish Gambino]
I turn 'em like (Tina), I don't tote ninas
But a nigga walked up and get served like subpoenas
And I ain't broke neither, I got a in-between
So when I say about a million what I mean is bitch fiend
I gotta keep grinding, my name Tony Hawk
Cause I grind with my boys sometimes at the park
A heavy-ass kid, easy on the cake
Until I got to New York and I started losin weight
And when I say "weight," I do mean "weight"
Now I'm (Thin) like the (Line Between Love and Hate)
Cause I used to go skate, nigga I'm paid
This (Kid) don't (Play) like a high-top fade
I don't get laid, I'm back at the studio
The closest girls get is watchin old Derrick videos
Girls don't get it, say I work too much
Pass boo the cell phone and say "Girl be in touch"
But we won't be in touch, I know that for sure
You ain't in love with me, you like my decor
Christian Dior, pastel and Jack
If it's in hot pink then it's on my back
I'm young and I'm black and the world is my oyster
Watchin Top Chef on my European sofa
These niggaz so fake like an old toupee
So clear call this shit Blu-Ray

[Chorus - first 1/2]

[Childish Gambino]
Take me to a hospital, call me ebola
And a nigga flow sweet, so I spit Coca-Cola
And my boys sold boulders, but I gotta do it my way
We grindin the same, but we usin different pathways
Gotta make ends meet, a means to an end
And I hate seein niggaz usin "grind" for pretend
Cause this ain't pretend, and I ain't pretendin
We eatin out late like I hang with the Gremlins
Call David Geffen, we about to switch places
The game is a hold, got a pocket full of aces
Boy I'm a phenom, I can't be stopped
Had my R.A. pager on my first day at 30 Rock
Headed for big things like I'm runnin Salma Hayek
Four Seasons plus no more work at the Hyatt
I'm fly and I'm high like a pilot
But you can't see me like an eyelid, vibin
Uhh!

[Chorus]

The Rocker lyrics - Childish Gambino

[Intro - continues in background]
Mr. Gambino, Mr. Mr. Gambino [12X]

Uh, they call me the rocker
Uh, yeah, uh-huh, uh
Uhh, they call me the rocker
I get down like 2Pac and Big Poppa
Some say he too birds, you can't stop him
Niggaz got too much beef like two Whoppers
Look at my clockers, it's about time
for a nigga to mature like a glass of fine wine
Ain't no nigga alive can outshine
I get sneaks, but don't pay like I'm crime
I run this bitch, cause I'm Will Smith
Cause I am legend and you just Hitch
But naw I'm Hitch, cause I get bitches
Well I got more than one so call me eight Hitches
We ain't got riches, just some nice kicks
So call me Bruce Lee who's dressed in nice shit
Haters think I'm lame and girls think I'm sick
But both of them groups is riding my dick

Yeah, they call me the rocker
Call me Mr. Gambino
Uh-huh, check this out! I'm fly like birds
And I spit real shit so my flow like turds
And my words absurd so I turn it all around
So my mouth is my ass and I shit when I'm loud
And I'm black and I'm proud, and I'm white and I'm rich
So fuck it, I'm a martian, I'm Lilo and Stitch
Niggaz say I sound like Weezy and shit
Well he the best in the game so what's wrong with that?
Are you trying to tell me that my rhymes is fat?
Call me Usain Bolt cause I run the track
Nigga I'm sick of that, stop comparin me to people
I know my voice funny like my name John Heder
And I'm out of this world and I'm hot like space heaters
And my girl top down so I call her two seater
My iPhone blast like TNT
I text back to homegirl, "What'chu know 'bout me?"
I'm in N.Y.C. or in A-T-L
And my wallet stay fat like Kenan plus Kel
Nigga what's that smell, cause my shit don't stink
Cause my shirt bright blue and my shoes hot pink
And I finish this drink that I call a Twin Tower
Two Bud Lights and a whiskey sour
Where I fall down, that shit is ground zero
Little kids sayin "There goes my hero!"
Hahahaha; they call me the rocker, nigga!

[Outro]
Uh, they call me the rocker
Yo, I'm out man

Starlight lyrics - Childish gambino (feat. DC Pierson & Amber Petty)

[Hook: Amber Petty]
Starlight
Where did you go?
I've been running around the world
Gotta let you know

[Verse 1: DC Pierson]
I got the empire state now I'm working on the next part
Trying to build an empire, I'm wishing on the Death Star
I murdered the dish, I eloped with the spoon
Tri-coastal and the third coast is the moon
When it hits your eye like a get in your eye thing
And we do the I like you like like you like like thing
I can't promise I won't be dressed like a viking
When I do the whole picking you up on my bike thing
Another white rapper's CD in my spokes
I would swear ya'll converted to rap for the jokes
I spit black smoke, I'm the hip hop pope
They make anti-me PSA's cause I'm dope
And when it's not clear you can cope, the worlds a negative iPod
You just hear 'nope'
Nights on the pavement, you just stop breathin'
On some Liz Lemon movin' back to Cleveland
Street lights people, up and down the boulevard
Don't stop believin in your journey, and I know it's hard
They call me Violet Beauregard, cause I just blow up, no regard
All I really need is a bar to belly up to
A balcony, a star crossed lover to yell up to
What are you up to this weekend? I'm free
Till then I'll just shine and let you find me

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
I shine like the sun
My mouth is a gun, pop off and they run, two things like a pun
This is not just for fun and I cut with my tongue
My mouth's a Swiss army, take over your country
I run like a humvee, I don't need gas-o-line
I run on these rappers so skip the stromboli
I make these niggas say 'Great' like Tony
So how the fuck you gonna say these bitches don't know me?
How the fuck you gonna say these bitches don't know me
When you all on the tip of my dick like Moby
The wait is over, no baking soda
I saw them dudes move bricks and boulders
I saw them dudes move flats and corners
And they moved that sugar like Russell Stover
I got that green like a four leaf clover
Get rich or die tryin' like my name two quarters
Dope boys they get me, we got the same hustle till the tank on empty
And if you dope boy, better watch the Wire
And get the shit straight, turn back, retire
Cause one in a mil turn snow to fire
You either move weight, play ball or neither
Because I'm neither, the hood MacGyver
The boy blew up like he knew Al Quaeda
My life so sweet that my balls Godiva
The world in front and the hood behind us
The hood behind us
Yea, the hood behind us

Sunshine lyrics - Childish Gambino (feat. Dean)

[Childish Gambino]
Baby I'm livin the dream
With you by my side, we work as a team
I know I'm a mack, it's not what it seems
I'm covered in pink, from swimmin in green
When I'm eating you, like Edi Amin
Mama the stars could not intervene
You are a star, I'm keepin it clean
You are the prettiest girl I have seen
What does that mean? It means you're the one
And most of these dudes are just fucking for fun
Girl you know that I would never do that to you
All of the girls that I do must be beautiful
Inside and out, meaning your mouth
Girl I'm just playin, this is what I'm sayin
If you like real, then give me a go
If you never try, then he'll never know

[Chorus]
Ooh it's alright, ooh it's okay
Let them all know that I got this way
Cause I miss you girl
I wanna be with you, yeah
And if the sun don't come out, ooh it's okay
Let them all know that I got this way
Cause I miss you girl
I wanna be with you, yeah
Never, ever, ever let me go
Do you love me? Girl I need to know
Cause you're my sunshine girl
Cause you're my sunshine, sunshine, oh
Baby girl, you're always on my mind
Baby girl, it's time to make you mine
Cause you're my sunshine girl
Cause you're my sunshine, sunshine, oh

[Childish Gambino]
Look, I'm the man y'know
I'm the one to give you mo'
Ma, you got that stupid flow
I talk about moms like Margaret Cho
And I'ma go, minus the "O"
So I'm a G, sportin a V-
Neck and a check, on my shoes
Cause I got nothin to lose uhhh!
I'm in it to win it
Money so long I get business from Guinness
Diving in green, I'm swimmin in spinach
And I'm in the race, who cares about finish?
I got an advantage, and I'm an advantage
I'm what you need girl, you need an advantage
And nothin is heinous so I can work for ya
Couldn't stand out, girl

[Chorus]

[Outro: repeat 2X]
Never, ever, ever let me go
Do you love me? Girl I need to know
Cause you're my sunshine girl
Cause you're my sunshine, sunshine, oh
Baby girl, you're always on my mind
Baby girl, it's time to make you mine
Cause you're my sunshine girl
Cause you're my sunshine, sunshine, oh

mixtape: "Sick Boi" (2008)




Fire lyrics - Childish Gambino

This that, fire!

It's your man Bambino, Sick Boi thriller
King of fly rappers, there ain't none iller
I'm into fly sneakers, colors like Gullies
So if you don't know me by now: "You's a dummy"
It's the Sick Boi anthem, girls take your coats off
Get the champagne, pop the cork like Sosa
Make some mimosas, get like me
Spanish girls holla say, "Aye papi"
Ooh la la, on the French Riviera
These other boys sandals, straight club benders
We some go-getters, you should know better
Your girl think 'bout me while she drivin' a Jetta
Used to blast Kelly Clarkson, now she a sick girl
Hot pink shirt and them lime green sneakers
Take a quick picture, put me on blast
Call the fireman, he need to come fast
I'm on fire

They call me Sick Boi cause they know I'm so sick
Purple on my starter cap, yellow on my kicks
Haters talkin' shit, they think they so slick
And if you don't like my style: "Eat a dick"
I'm a younger Denzel, say it ain't so
I'm all puffed up like I'm made of afros
But my neck ain't froze, where's the boy's jewelery?
Don't need it nigga, clothes bright, shine beautifully
Used to sport Airs then I had to get Grind
Now I look great, now I'm top of the line
Used to go hungry when I'd buy them new shoes
Now I'm like "Mm..food" like MF Doom
Busy makin' moves like my name was Tetris
Money in the bank, you can check my mattress
Bright like Mantis and I ain't selfish
I got the game shook like a young black Elvis
Fire

I'm A Winner lyrics - Childish Gambino (feat. Amber Petty)

I'm a diamond in the rough
Everybody knows the score
Bambino on top
And them haters claymore
"But the people want more! "
And I'm a give it to 'em
I was born a winner,
All I had to do was show 'em,
My hoodie canary yellow
But I'm bright on my own
Most haters out there take naps like combs
I never sleep, I'm always on my grind,
I never eat, unless a rapper spit a rhyme,
Sick girls jockin', haters keep hatin',
They pissed off cause I'm more Eli than Peyton,
Cause I'm the underdog, which means I'm under, dog,
I'm not a nigga who mows snow like Santa Claus,
I'm just a nigga with watermelons instead of balls,
Cause I work from the bottom to the top,
I used to be lost like Lot,
Haters got a shook core like pop, get it?

[Chorus:]
Said the proof is in the pudding,
The secret's in the sauce,
I ain't gotta tell nobody why they call me the boss,
Said the proof is in the pudding,
The secret's in the sauce,
I ain't gotta tell nobody why they call me the boss,

I'm a winner (I'm a winner) [x8]

He work hard for the money, but it ain't about cash (Oh oh, Oh oh)
Life's a schoolyard, I ain't gettin' picked last (Oh oh)
Better think fast, there's a pop quiz (Oh oh, Oh oh)
On which nigga get popped before his 25th (Oohh)
Y'all niggas need to learn to live, life is awesome,
Open up your own store, get a house in Boston,
I know it's not easy, it takes some drive,
Some niggas get desperate like the Housewives
And they only see fortune, they don't see wealthy,
You can lose a fortune, wealthy is healthy,
You can't lose wealth, it's everywhere,
The world's made of Bruster's,
There's millions here,
But if you Richard Pryor, they having the cash you get,
And hard work and hoping and your faith is set,
I know the world's tough,
I was just like you,
I used to eat Lay's, now my chips are blue...

[Chorus:]
I said the proof is in the pudding,
The secret's in the sauce,
I ain't gotta tell nobody why they call me the boss,
Say the proof is in the pudding,
The secret's in the sauce,
I ain't gotta tell nobody why they call me the boss,

I'm a winner (I'm a winner) [x8]

Two step (Two step) [x4]
Now bounce it out (Bounce it out) [x4]
Fade (fade) [x4]
Walk it out (Walk it out) [x4]
Go 'head [x16]
Yea!

[Spoken:]
Uh, thank you for listening to the Gambino Experience, or should I say Experiment?
I'd like to thank everybody who was on my album,
I'd like to thank mcDJ, uh, anybody who ever made a fly track, uh, you know, everybody.
I'd like to thank my brother, Stephen, my sister, my whole family, Bri-Bri,
Uh everybody at UCB Theater who helped out with this.
Uh, MC Chris. Chaz Kengas, Nick Packard.
We out!

Tru Dudes lyrics - Childish Gambino (feat. MC Chris)

[Childish Gambino]
Is it really that bad that my clothes is tight?
That I hydrate babes like Pedialyte
That I stay rock hard like a meteorite
Thought your homeboy here was an idiot right?
Welllll you thought wrong, I got flavor
I rock shows with the blue light sabre
I hit dimes but also date eighters
I make moves, blow up like Al'Qaeda
I'm in kicks that you can't buy yet
Your kicks okay like your name Wyatt
Care Bear clockers, pink highlighters
Haters wanna snack my heat like firefighters
Boys out there think they're just like me
Naw naw, y'all funny, y'all from UCB?
Y'all standin in line, I'm in V.I.P.
Y'all know shit 'bout me like T.I.P., hah!

[Chorus]
[skatting and harmonizing]

[MC Chris]
You think your voice is funny man? That's kind of hilarious
I'm the rapper makin money when the shadow in your area
I'm like a damager cause I'm a little loquacious
I do it for the hotties with the bodies bodacious
I'm high pitched, might flip you diss my node
Think chris ain't the shit, you can kiss my chode
Kick your ass, sales not too early to boast
Seriously bro, hand over the security code
Because my rhymes so fresh, green grocers' gotta spray 'em
Fired all my lawyers cause I didn't wanna pay 'em
From the P.M. to the A.M. I'll slay 'em with the sawed-off
Make a little money and I'll smoke the marijuana
mc without Glover is Matubb without Wigs
Jammin peed the bottle with the grocer on her kids
If one smokes Khan, the other smokes Mids
Let's mix it up a little like the DJ did
Bacardi and Coke, black and white cookie
Smokin in the alley cause you know we're playin hookie
and we're up to no good, please don't tell our mommas
Democrist is the dutch, cause we got this for Obama

[Chorus]

[Childish Gambino]
Sick of the Old Yeller, money like bank tellers
The chicks that I'm with are thicker thank Nutella
Y'all need to switch quick and get with a slick fella
Cause I'm bout to go Rihanna like I'm an umbrella
Come over to my place, we can cut like shears
And make some mistakes like Jamie Lynn Spears
I'm nasty? No - forward? Yes
I'm hip to the game, you're a rook like chess
My money so long that they call it John Silver's
Your money so light that it float like pillows
Oopsy, killers, you can see
Cause they close up shop when the clerks see me
I'm not Kanye, but my collar's popped
Cause the bro's like soda, I shit you not
This shit's bright orange, Fanta shade
You got the yellow face, that's my lemonade
I'mma try to stay tight like girls that fuck hard
And stay in the Bay with green like Brett Farve
[four bars of silence]

[Chorus - to end]

Red Alert lyrics - Childish Gambino

Gin in my cup, so I ain't so sober
Girl on my dick, call me Casanova
Ribs are broken, my name is Oprah
My girl talk too but she deal in chocha
Got the gold top like I'm one of the Bradys
Birthday shit on the side, get that quick Mercedes
'Scuse me ladies! I know you wanna shoot me
like my name Jay Brady, but the cameras pay me
I wanna eat good like Rachel Ray
Pop tags on shoes on the 8th of May
My voice too high 'sposed to hold me back
They say the same fuckin thing cause I'm young and black
Opposites attract; so not far from me
is a white dude with low voice and no money
Who gives a fuck if my voice sound funny?
Fuck friends, I got me a bi-buddy
I'm (True Life) like I'm MTV
(Hollyhood) like I'm six times three
I been goin so crisp, get dressed in a fly ass t-shirt
Nike so tight they make your fuckin feet hurt
Jealous ass niggaz when they see you rollin
Same motherfucker on Ceezie scrotum
My sneaks so bright and my girls so thick
Money so big call me Ceezie Dick

[Chorus]
Calling all haters all across the world it's a (red alert)
It's a (red alert), it's a
Calling all haters all across the world it's a (red alert)
It's a (red alert), it's a

I shine so bright they should call me sunlight
Call me punk rock cause my jeans is too tight
Diesel boo boo, Michael jacket
Got one e'ry week, it's a nasty habit
Day eights and ups, that my standard
Show 'em who's boss like Tony Danza
Take it across state get the nasty plate
With my bootleg sex, why masturbate?
It's the dude from the hood that you love to hate
cause I got new shoes and I love to skate
Me and Lupe gotta (Kick) and (Push) it
Show these pussy-ass niggaz why we fuck they bush
I used to have to sweep floors just to make the ends meet
The ends meetin like a motherfucker - ain't that sweet?
Why I'm deep with the kids like Phish on myspace
Now I'm on your (Fishscales) like I hang with Ghostface
They say black don't crack, except for Whitney
My shit don't crack, I'm fallin off like Britney
To put it simply, I lose my balance
cause I got a pink drink and it makes me tipsy
Live the high life, paid the full price
You want my advice to get the five mics?
You wanna put them fake-ass guns away
Nah I'm just kiddin nigga, you ain't got a chance anyway!

[Chorus - 2X]

Love Is Crazy lyrics - Childish Gambino (feat. Eugene Cordero)

[Chorus]
We can go to Saturn, it doesn't really matter
We can get there, we can do it if you try
You know that I love you, put no one else above you
We can get there, we can do it if we try

[Childish Gambino]
Knock, knock, it's me
I'ma take ya fine ass out to Applebee's
Get anything you want, the shit is free - my friend work here
Whatcha mean, I ain't romantic?
I bought you flowers, so what they plastic?
We could fuck for hours, so what I'm nasty?
I ain't got the roommate, that was my old place
I'mma take you to the crib and show you the O face
You make me feel like I'm back in the 5th grade
Had a crush on Keana and she rocked the one braid
And I thought that sex was when you touched a girl's butt
You could get a girl pregnant, so look but don't touch
I like you so much, I know it sound crazy
But I'd have a sex change just so I could have your baby
Ooooh! The roles are reversed
So you got a huge dick, and I got a Prada purse
A nigga so sick, that my car's a doctor
Take a gamble on a nigga that your name was Proctor
Kick it in Chinese like you're Shaolin soccer
Got nothin' but dinero, so you meetin the Fockers
Look at my clock-ers, it's time to roll out
Get sneaks, sneaks and sneaks, and they sold out
That's what I'm all about and if you got the time
It's hard to make change when you want one dime

[Chorus]

[Eugene Cordero]
Welcome back everyone to 'The Noise in Space'
Got a new constellation for you to trace
Use the far East star for your startin place
You see it? My big dipper slappin you in the face
Step out of the shed, let the sun be felt
on your head as you undo Orion's Belt
Oh nuts! I just crashed landed
on the planet of the gay cli-ché
Talkin Milky Way, bouquets
Broadway, bubblay and Michael Bu-blé
Sorry if I caught you off-guard
with my five second de-lay
But the jet-lag's making me loopy
and my sales are soupy
Soupy Sales!
I eat chocolate!

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[repeat 3X]
I love you baby (I love you baby) [3X]
I love you baby

[Outro]
I love you baby [2X]

My Hoodie lyrics - Childish Gambino (feat. Chaz Kangas)

My names Bambino, I'm always in trouble
I do studpid shit on a dare like double
Thinking your games tight, I'm gonna bust your bubble
I shop at Gucci and Barneys like rubble
Scope like Hubble, quick like tunnel
I leave MC's in the dark light tunnel
Men do huddles, girlfriends cuddle
Eh heh, alright

My hoodie on glow
My hoodie on glow
My hoodie on glow
My hoodie on glow
My hoddie, my my my hoodie on glow
My hoddie, my my my hoodie on glow

My hoodie is so dope, my hoodie is so tight
My hoodie is in school cause my hoodie is so bright
Welcome my nigga to the color crayola
Got the birght purple, like a grape soda
Nigga I told you, my hoodie no joker
Walk up in the hoodie to a party like toga
Breathe like yoga, Get off my scrotum
The color of my hoodie like a Lisa Frank folder
I'm at the kid robot, my wallet done sho nuf
They had five hoodies but this shit done sold out
Spent too much, I know a bad habit
My hoodie looks like a shit from a tricks rabbit

My hoodie on glow
My hoodie on glow
My hoodie on glow
My hoodie on glow
My hoddie, my my my hoodie on glow
My hoddie, my my my hoodie on glow

Ya'll know I'm a hoodie all pro
Find me in my hoodie like a hoodie waldo
Rocking Amadeus like a hoodie falco
Staying self absorbed like I'm Frida Kahlo
From the playground, with the sports team on it
To the old folks home, put some morphine on it
I rock my hoodie whether it's rain or shine
Over-priced, in a Sam Goody frame of mind
Got a pouch in the front that holds my CDs
And warms my hands when it's too breezy
Believe me, the quickest way to get hurt
Is if I catch you calling it a hooded sweatshirt

My hoodie on glow
My hoodie on glow
My hoodie on glow
My hoodie on glow
My hoddie, my my my hoodie on glow
My hoddie, my my my hoodie on glow

Fresh lyrics - Childish Gambino

[Intro]
Go [8X]
Well wait a minute!
Go [8X]
Wait a minute!
Go [4X]
I'm so fresh!
Go [4X]
Wait a minute! [echoes]

Starter cap bro, gone with the hologram
I be the rich folk's hoe like a Ottoman
I got weed in my hand like a homey can
A throwback like a bitch throw Radaman
I'm fire! All I need is the breaks though
I make noise in the streets like a brake toe
But that's high, so I'm gettin my fade low
I make movies with my lover like J-Lo
I'm livin so shiny, ya boy on top
A life on trap, a nigga can't stop
I'm Weird like Al, I'm Strange like Love
I wear hot pink cause it fit like glove
I'm easy on the eyes; I'm hard on a hater
My hoodie light saber, like Darth Vader
I'm always with a chick cause a nigga so sick
Need an (Entourage) quick so you can hug it out bitch

[Chorus: repeat with ad libs]
I'm so fresh! {oh yeah, oh oh}

I'm so fresh like a (Sick Boi) oughta be
I'm not tryin that shit, just a part of me
I'm easy, like a Sunday morning
I go to rap battles and I end up yawning
I'm fresh like TexMex in Arizona
Got my gold on forever like my name Ramona
I can't be a loser, the shit don't suit me
A nigga Joe Cool and you niggaz just Snoopy!
You can go sue me, try to do outdo me
I look so fresh that I killed George Clooney
I guess you can call me (The Perfect Storm)
I'm the reason why your new baby brother was born
A nigga so tore call me Natalie
Cause I love makin music but they mad at me
I make money, blow shows like a syndicate
Out to be who I gotta be, that's the end of it!

[Chorus]

Till I Die lyrics - Childish Gambino

S-I-C-K B-O-I
You should come join us, nigga we so fly
Highlighter colors, brand new sneaks
Sick Bois stick together in a pinch like cheeks
We the new lost boys - I'm Peter Pan
cause I bring the bright green Tinkerbell in my hand
We can run (House Parties) - my name ain't Play
but youse a Kid, you should be on your way
Cut this like barkers, hoodies like Parkers
Haters on my dick, take a bite like sharkers
I'ma stay weirdo, I'm a straight hero
Haters want me stop makin numbers like zero
I'ma get flyer, numbers get higher
You would stop movin, like a black tire
I'm not (The Wire) but I'm like Michael
Custom birdie green, they on dookie like fire

[Chorus]
We the Sick Boi clique [8X]
Sick Boi 'til I die [8X]

I'm sick like a hospital, whether you're in pain or not
I'm crazy like a swastika, inside of a bagel shop
I'm the Juggernaut, bitch! Unstoppable
Think of me as hurricanes cause rappers are incomparable
Most of y'all insufferable, soundin like a bored scratch
Rappers are like ants to me, I stab 'em in the thorax
Lyrically a metaphor, Atlanta's only troubador
Face it, only seen by a few like a unicorn
I'ma try to get my swagger right, like I'm Dolemite
Spread it all around to the kids like it's Vegemite
Get the proper etiquette, bitch you from Connecticut!
I'ma try to modify the subject like a predicate
I'm not the best rapper but I'm better than you
You with a big pickle like your name was Stu
I'm a Sick Boi, that's just how we do
Even your name's a game like you DJ Clue

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Sick Boi 'til I die [16X]

So Sick Wit It lyrics - Childish Gambino

[Intro]
Uhh
Yeah! This how we do this
(Sick Boi)
Gonna show y'all how I does
Childish, Gambino
Gambino, on the real
Let's do it

Girl show your wobble off
I'm not Queen Latifah but I (Set It Off)
I'm lookin like a tight rainbow, Kangols, got my blue ruse
Lookin like candy so I'm goody two-shoes
Call me (Spruce Goose) cause my clothes so fly
I'm not Howard Hughes, but I'm not a sane guy
I'm a (Big Mac), you just a small fry
Tryin so hard to get that swagger like mine
And got them steps off my head, I guess my mind wanders
Try to emulate my (Lifestyle) like condoms
I'm fly on the mic, I'm fly as a DJ
I keep a thick chick on (The Wire) like (Wee-Bey)
He say, she say that I so handsome
And Flay keep away from this girl like Ransom
Sorry that your girl all Europe like Tyler
You know him from the South, I stay dirty like Tyler

[Chorus: repeat 8X]
So sick with it that they call me ebola

My boombox handy, blastin that stank
You can Marcus like Quimby, they call me the Tank
Cause nobody can touch me, I'm fire with a fade
I ate a La-Z-Boy but I'm always gettin laid
I'm jack of all trades, I can do no wrong
I'm make a huge fart and it style like a song
I talk jibber jabber and it comes out words
I shit out cavities, you flossin my turds
I don't like ice; a little bit of gold and them Nikes
The Cool Kids understand my plight
I'm a simple Sam - I'm always thick with it
cause that's who I am - I keep that shit slick
like my name was Pam - and even if I did it
I'd be the flyest nigga drivin 'round in a Civic
And for those who didn't get it, you should play it back
I'm sick like a dog on crack, f'real

[Chorus]

Assassins lyrics - Childish Gambino (feat. DC Pierson, Nick Packard)

[DC Pierson]
MapQuest where the place is, gats in they faces
Then we fold them up and put them back in they cases
Assassins, replace expressions on faces
And hard eyes on gangsters with hot gaping spaces
Hands full of aces, pockets on swoll
Glassy-eyed aiming from my own grassy knoll
Leave JFK's head just a big smoky hole
to console Jackie O she could, smoke my pole
It's called Camelot cause she came a lot
And a lot of you rappers sound the same a lot
And the game is still out there if you play or not
And I'm the (King of Queens), Kevin James is not
I quit my temp job cause I can't let a day go
Tomorrow's moguls, are delivering your bagels
I hope your trophy wife been practicing her kegels
Cause when we take the game we won't leave you any Legos
There go the kid with his dirty white sneakers on
Dreaming on a way to get his penthouse on Bleecker on
Give your girl head, call you with the speaker on
Horsehead in your bed, now you know who you sleepin on
(Are you seeing what I'm seeing?) This booth is a crime scene
Chalk off the mic, the kill screen is my screen
No need to terrify or pop shots at witnesses
They only testified they know what hot shit this is

[Chorus 2X: Childish Gambino]
True assassins, hold your glass up
Thems the type of niggaz that'll cut your ass up
Whether it be tracks or verses, chains or purses
Them the type of niggaz that'll make you stop

[Nick Packard]
Classic assassin, straight from Central Casting
I bust through your abode with both barrels blastin
I crush up your skull like a truck that you crashed in
I'm never gonna die like I'm Tuck Everlasting
Never thought that I'd carry an AK
All I ever wanted to be is Farley, Ferrell, or Fey
And maybe someday that dream will come true
But for now I got my gun and I'm aimin at you (hey!)
In your house on your couch while you're readin
I got no flow, it's more like breakthrough bleedin
But I'm into cartoons and I'm really not sane
All I leave of your body is a Pinky and the Brain (ugh!)
I'm more Manson than a small-time crook
When it comes to taking lives I steal like Dane Cook
Bitch, take a look, you know it's in a book
Even LeVar Burton's roots get shook

[Childish Gambino]
Ah you can call me assassin, I kill Versace
I walk too much, gotta Gucci watch me
The illest of the killers you can tell by my fashion
Light hoodie to bright sneaks it's all matchin
I kill rappers, I don't need no stealin
If I do lose a battle I'ma kill 'em for real
I'm just kidding, or am I?
Things get real in the City, of L.I.
That's right I live in Queens, the borough of the lost
I hate the fuckin yuppies but I love how much it costs
Call me in the winter and the spring to play tennis
And they give me strange looks cause I floss like a dentist
I'ma finish this sentence then get me a rope
So I got a little dough and I'm fresh like Scope
A nigga so dope, I got the new Pumas
that never take a bath so I call 'em homeschoolers
Numbers like rulers, I'm tired of it all
I sleep in the club and I yawn when I ball
I'm off the hook like phone calls, where's Kid Robot?
I need a new hoodie hot pink like doughnuts
The kids is Go-Gurts when they see my Gobstoppers
I'm not Mekhi Phifer, but I got +Clockers+
Transform a watch when I don't got diamonds
Boy, did you hear what I said like Simon?
I kill boutiques, just snatch the new sneak
I'mma do it every week, I'm a serial killer
Beats like Dilla, hun like 'tilla
It's the Sick Boi thrilla (yeah, mon!)

[Chorus]

Baby Doll lyrics - Childish Gambino

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
You're my babydoll, I'll hold you closer
I'll hold you closer, just like I'm supposed to
Know I got what you need [4X]

I'm a weird dude, but you like me
Give other girls shocks like Nikes
I know I'm always on the road, you can type me
And if you don't do that, you can Skype me
I'm a big kid, and you know that
But it don't make me happy so we blow dat
Can I make time? I don't really know
Cause you seem pissed off when I go to shows
I never really had a girl like dis
But I ain't never had a girl who could keep interest
The things that I do, the things that I wanna be
I know I'm hardheaded, can't see things in front of me
I'm gonna be the best, you can believe that
So try an understand when I have to leave that
When I'm done, I'ma give you the call
Don't you know sugar, you my sugar babydoll

[Chorus]

I love you both, can't you tell?
I love her lights, I love the smell
But I think you kinda know I got a girl on the side
She pay for my house and she pay for my ride
She give me nice things and she make me feel good
She give me a little cash and I spend it on you
She my sugar momma, only with her for the money
But you know it's untrue cause I talk about her funny
Saturday nights, I'm supposed to be with you
But instead I'm in bed with the stage and the crew
She laughs at my jokes, she tell me I'm cute
She tells me if we together we make a little loot
But I know I couldn't have her if I didn't have you
And I know sometimes I don't make curfew
You know I'd never ever ever try to hurt you
I'm a just try to do what I gotta do

[Chorus]

Childish Gambino other songs:

5 Fingers Of Death (Freestyle) lyrics - Childish Gambino (feat. Sway)

[Intro: Sway]
DJ Wonder
We gon rock at least 5 beats, to show your versatility
What you're made of
You gotta rock 5 back, aiight?

[Childish Gambino]
As the world's turnin, I feel like I'm a worse person
My tongue's hurtin, from all of it's work cursin
And I'm not certain I think my father's LeVar Burton
'til I'm walkin in circles and I'm talkin in third person
In the eigth grade I got high off paper mache
I put it in my desk and I let it ferment a day
Cause shit, ain't nothin changed
I'm still known as a rude student
That'll walk inside your class and make fun of your school shootin
I could prove it; I'm too cool as a matter of fact
I've been writin these verses while I'm havin a heart attack
I'm in your bedroom crankin No Doubt and Staring Back
Stereo blaring, Gwen Stefani can holla black
I'm not black, I'm a white boy with dark skin
At a Klan rally wondering why they won't let me in
I'm drunk off this gin and I'm high off Ritalin
Fuck it, let me get to the next beat

[Sway]
Okay let's go, Donald Glover, Childish Gambino
Showin and provin, Sway in the Mornin, DJ Wonder!

[Childish Gambino]
Oooh, wow, yeah
I'm the nerdiest rapper ever, I'm wearin a Cosby sweater
and I'm reading Oscar Wilde rippin my foreskin to make a washable condom
A bunch of assassins tried to jump me, they couldn't touch me
I rolled off in a yellow Humvee, with a bunch of monkeys
My taste buds hate fudge, man, plus I'm allergic
I'ma dress up like a surgeon so I could hurt Curtis, on purpose
And girls see my dick size and they realize, that they can't handle it
I get more sodomy than Tommy Lee and Pam - Anderson?
With my doo-rag in my left hand
And my iPod and my Discman
I get more kicks out of it than Jean Claude Van Damme
And I'm still spittin, still hittin
(Big Pimpin') like Hova, yo, let me be the rap, run over
Yea, lemme go, lemme go

[Sway]
Next beat NEXT BEAT, Childish Gambino, Childish Gambino
(That was the shit!) 5 Fingers of Death
Let's go, Sway in the Mornin, Shade 45

[Childish Gambino]
Let me feel this one for a minute
Oh my God like reggaetone, or somethin like that?
Oh wow, uhh, uhh, uhh
Childish Gambino, yo this off the dome
I gotta keep it goin cause I came from home
Come from Rome, Athens, or Atlanta, Georgia
Got somethin for ya
Yes I got some smores cause I bore ya
Like I got that Goya
You know how they play reggaeton in the beats when you in NYC
Meaning that me and I'm sickest
Yo, aaahh!!! Real Monsters like Ickis
Yo, this chick that I used to lick it
Now her name Aubrey Plaza
I didn't mean to kick it, while I'm gettin salsa
Like I'm eatin salsa, cause she Puerto Rican
Some people speakin, like she ain't white
But you know that's alright cause I keep it tight

[Sway]
YES! Number four, number four, number four
Stand up man, get loose!

[Childish Gambino]
I'm tryin to get loose, tryin to get loose
Man this early in the mornin, I ain't had any coffee or anything like that
Uhh, uhh, hahahahahaha! (You go in or go out let's go)
Okay, here we go, yo
Nerdy word murderer in a purple convertible
Niggas ain't heard of him until his girlfriend converted him
Bitch niggaz is Ferguson, I guess I could explain it all
Like all these niggaz wanna bone cause you datin dogs
Or why the radio used to not play me
And why does every white girl love ukelele?
Where I'm from, that Jesus piece couldn't save me
and I'm still spittin shit cause I'm gettin like gravy
Eatin like mashed potatoes, I hate those
haters who say that I'm not black enough yo, you ain't wack
enough to fuckin touch my MC mic
You better keep it tight; eat a dick like you starvin homie

[Sway]
There you go! Childish Gambino
And we gonna check him out we got one more beat man
(Oh one more beat?) Cause it's a workout
(It's a workout, it's a freestyle)
A emcee workout, after this you ain't gotta prove nothin to nobody
This is it right here baby let's go!

[Childish Gambino]
Uhhh
Yo, on this last beat I'ma goner
Gotta spit over somethin hard, like Nirvana; and I'm crazy
With the beat when it comes to this
Spittin it, shittin it, while I'm lickin it
I ain't even need to get it
Man these other un-C's, they need to get it
Why this LL Cool J shit, yo I got pesos and mesos
Meaning I can only hack with they ghost
When they go there, when I go back
And I'm still that, I ain't backpack
But you know, with the fuck the rest
Yo they say that is lame like Johnye West
or Kanye West, but I ain't Kanye West
I'm just tryin to stay the truth
And I ain't tryin to spit the truth
Yo, I do what I gotta do in a booth with Sway
Shay45 all day, y'all know what I'm sayin

Break (All Of The Lights) lyrics - Childish Gambino

Turn on the lights in here, baby
Extra bright, I want y'all to see this
Turn on the lights in here, baby
Know what I mean, want you to see everything
Want you to see all of the-

Hollerin' at this Japanese girl, Asian mommy
But is it too soon for Japanese girls? Too tsunami?
Is it racist if I say she tastes like edamame?
Was I supposed to stay uncool? Please remind me

Yeah, it's Cheezy, ho
I'm so cheesy, ho, my swag's got high cholesterol
I know y'all girls, I met them all
You're her ex-man like Cannonball
I ain't got shit to say to ya, I'm known for bad behavior

Look at me
Man, I went to the W from Double Tree
Makin' out with girls who black and yellow like a bumblebee
Can I live up to all this hype they have for me? It's hard to tell
But these girls I'm kissin' chase the blues away like Gargamel

I'm back in the game, coach put me in
T-Pain flow, all I do is win
With a glass full of McCallan to mess me up
With the cash we can throw out unless we fuck

Dopeness

After this I hit the highway
I'm headin' west like I'm fuckin' blowin' Kanye
Read the fuckin' news, Huey Lewis, nigga
You can't go ham, you's a Jewish nigga

Donald Glover, you don't have to call me "Childish"
Except for when I'm flirting with your half-Latino stylist
Photoshoot, beachhouse playin' Beach House, free wireless
So I can post these pictures on my Web site of her smilin'

I kissed this girl I've liked since back when I was just a sophomore
But I'm afraid to text her "What the fuck it take so long for?! "
What the fuck has changed? It it swagger? Is it money?
I still dress the fuckin' same and my nose is still as ugly
As the day you fuckin' met me

They tellin' me I'm the rapper for these white kids
'Cause black kids can't possibly like the same shit
I wanna bring you back to the studio, try and get your number
These black girls with natural hair who keep up with their tumblrs

I like it when you tweet me, you smell like baby lotion
I wanna suck your breasts and finger blast to Frank Ocean
Her pussy tastes like vanilla, tasty ho
Clown niggas then I kill 'em, Gacy flow

It's crazy how these labels and these blogs are on my dick
I'm Pryor in his last years: comedian who's sick
Fuck, but I am sick, seriously, I don't feel so good
'Cause I don't get sleep, and I'm always travelin'
And I don't go home, and my friends don't call
'Cause I turned off my phone

I've made mistakes, I bumped my head
Inside of this girl, inside of my bed
Whatever, man, I'm just havin' fun
I'm sorry that I fucked her but now you know that she's not the one
I'm doin' you a favor, like every time I rhyme or write a script or do a movie
There's a million ways to shine, choose one

Instead of what you're doing tonight
I am Donald, coming soon, we got all of the lights

Turn on the lights in here, baby
Extra bright, I want y'all to see this
Turn on the lights in here, baby
Know what I mean, want you to see everything
Want you to see all of the-

Centipede lyrics - Childish Gambino

[Chorus:]
Oh... aye... oh...
Lost all of our, woe...
We lost all of our woe...
Oh, sad love songs...
Aye - centipede, centipede, centipede...

[Verse 1:]
'Bino, will you be my baby daddy?
I'm too fresh, man, the world ain't never had me
I'm too fresh, man, y'all ain't never gave me that
Stone Mountain, ain't no doubtin'
That these niggas won't hold me back
Ah, they wasn't hating him anyway
My roommate exercise, man, he movin' that heavyweight
My girl ain't down to ride, couldn't deal with my day-to-day
I'm at my grandma's house, man, like "I don't know what to say"
Maybe "I'm sorry", but sorry don't pay the rent
I promise to pay you back
And I don't know where he at
But tell him he missin' out
His grandson cool as fuck
And tell me who be standin' when them other ones giving up?
Let's keep it spontaneous... I don't need that rehearsal
More flow, man... than Progressive commercials
Get with the program, cause a plus loan ain't puttin' us on
I got month-long before I take the bus home...

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
I know this music shit ain't shit
And all these random niggas in my house make you anxious
And I ain't never told you that our love would be painless
But I was so in love with you I thought we could make it
Damn, I wasn't in it
Damn, we wasn't finished
Damn, I got us tickets
Damn, we went to Venice
Prioritize on our lives and made you into a business
That's why you wasn't surprised when I had made my decision
Gotta make it, 'cause if not I'm a failure, my wallet Azalea
And my brother still movin', ain't no shit I can tell him
Try and keep him out of trouble, but the cops is wildin'
And it's nice to have a fellah when the boys get violent
The Mexicans tried to jump me at the club
Funny thing was I thought they were stepping to show me love
Grandma's couch, my biggest fear and fantasy
When I ain't in her arms all I'm makin' is enemies
Here I'm screamin' obscenities at a nigga
Wanted to live bigger than Edenwald Projects
Was eatin' all concept of anyone walkin' out
What is you talkin' 'bout?
Gun Hill Road made them summers feel cold
On the same train that my parents met on
Twenty years later and my thoughts still ghetto
High off of pressure, man, that's a stiletto
Got your own couch now, but you don't feel better

[Chorus]

[Bridge:]
'Cause if not, I'm a failure...
'Cause if not, I'm a failure...
Oh...

[Outro:]
"It's not an unholy nigga, it's a Arab nigga in the store. You know what
He want? Money, nigga. You know what your bitch want, you know why they
Feel they can't fuck with you? Cause you don't have no money, my nigga.
Bitches do not want a nigga with no money. Did you not learn this in
Harlem? Lesson number one. You can't keep saying you a Harlem nigga and
You don't want that skrilla, nigga. Come on B, it's home of the
Hustlers, nigga. That's all you gotta understand. It's the hood nigga.
It's make guap or die, nigga."

"School him."

"What do you think? Cause he gotta know, my nigga. Money is not evil,
Nigga. Go tell them niggas in Polo you don't wanna make no money, nigga.
What they gon' say, "Oh, he right"? Hell no, nigga. You think niggas
Like selling crack and shit nigga? You think niggas like putting crack
In they ass nigga, and selling cracks out they ass? You think niggas
Like shooting niggas, my nigga? You think niggas like tucking packs? You
Think niggas like baggin up? You know how boring baggin' is, my nigga?
It's so boring, my nigga. There is no underground, Joe Budden is on his
Fourth mixtape selling shit. The underground is hot. There is no
Underground nigga. You don't see Raekwon or none of these niggas on the
Block. There's no more block, nigga, it's over for the block. You ask
Any nigga on the block, do they wanna be on the block? They gon' say no,
Nigga. Get your money, man. Stop tryin' to be gooned out.

"Hood niggas don't want to be-"

"Hood niggas don't want to be hood niggas, my nigga. Everything niggas
Do, everything niggas do in the hood is for money, my nigga. What's one
Thing that niggas do in the hood that isn't for money? What bitch would
Want a nigga with no money? Huh? Huh?! Yo, slime! It's your time."

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