12.38

Childish Gambino

Uh, someone made a mess of my account
(Someone sound like me, yes)
Someone bought a patek in a panic, yes, yes
Fully bentley addict, I go manic, oh no

Hit the uchi-chuchi 'till it's slanted, ooh
I'ma beat it up, ooh, lady
I'ma make you dreams come, baby
Ayy, you the one who talking all that trash

(You the one who talkin' all that trash)
45, I'll twenty-eight that ass
You can set that snow on fire (yeah, ooh)
You smell like a peach papaya

She said: Eat this psilocybin, I'ma be right back
I'm like: Aight
Ayy, I don't know what psilocybin is (no)
This better not be no molly

She just laughed and closed the door
Dark chocolate sea salt
I took a bite
She said: We gon' have a special night
I said: Who you telling, girl? I know that

Tracee ellis, with it when you throw back
Girl, I see your shadow move
Ooh, you're so divine (yes you are)
And them panties came off (ooh, yes they did)

I'ma give you some privacy
Pictures with your stepsisters
N.K. jemisin with you, uh
Got the all about love on some bell hooks

Then I turned to her dirty look, uh (meow)
Ayy, why your cat looking at me sideways?
Sing to her
I said: Nah, I'll put on the radio though

Boy, I might let you go
Lay back on my back, uh, vibrate
My ex on some b. S
And she walk out the closet

Girl, never write a check I can't deposit
She said: Boy stop, let's go walkin' (let's go walkin')
You wanna be outside for this
We just talkin'

Dogpound looking like a trader joe's (uh, uh)
Papa young, uh, thought you hated those
Other girls look, look they shady shows
Every time we walk around

They say: How she gonna hold him down? No
They don't know what they missing
Most of these niggas wanna run around with these scissors (yeah)
I prefer to just stroll the park with this shotgun

Baby girl is just diggin' all in my pockets (my pock-)
I was going hard by the magic hour
We were holding hands, tryna make me understand
Niggas fall in love, that's my magic power, yes

Everybody's jealous, I'm on easy, these colors
Ooh, I wanna see it in the moonlight
Yellow, red, orange robe, asking for donations, ooh
I am not a tourist, nigga, this is not vacation
(I am not a tourist, nigga, I know-, this is not vacation)

Vibrate
Goddamn, and this girl going crazy on my motorola
She said: Let me answer it (let me answer)
Then she'll know it's over, ooh
Girl you cancerous, you gon' ruin my life

Let me get this paperweight, then come be my wife
She just laughed and touched my face
But you don't understand what this is (wait a minute, wait, wait)
I'm ain't looking for another lifetime

Let's just stay here and enjoy the great design
Had the iceberg tucked on my waist, bling
F*ck an omelet, you can eat off my face, no
I just thought that we were vibin'

You don't love her? Then you lyin'
Coming, going, you get tulips
Put a finger to my two lips (it's okay)
Ooh you got it bad, just remember what we had

You can set the snow on fire
The reason that your suffering's desire
The reason I'm moving with this ooh-wee
I was loving life, I got too deep (I was too deep)

Woke up in my room, she was long gone
Toni singing me another sad song
Ooh, eternity, oh, until we meet again

This ain't special, tell me what you want
This ain't special, baby, this is fun
This ain't special, tell me what you want
This ain't special, baby, this is fun

Drop it off (21), let me see if your booty soft
Gold mouth (hol' up, hol' up), yes, I'm from the dirty south
Lights out (straight up), summertime, I brought the ice out (21)
Pipes out (on God), all my shooters came from moscow

Got a girl in harvard, I talk proper when I call her (21)
Baby, I'm a baller, ain't no way that I can rob ya (straight up)
She don't want no new friends, she just tryna buy her a new Benz (on God)
I've been counting ms, me and ben franklin down to kin (on God)

Put my mind to it and I did it, them facts (21)
Talkin' 'bout your brother to get some pussy, that's wack (straight up)
The police keep harassin' cause I'm rich and I'm black (straight up)
They mad because I made myself a boss without crack (on God)

I ain't trippin', boy, I'm Lamborghini whippin' (21, 21)
Straight up out the trenches, money made me ignorant
I'm on the private jet eatin' popeyes chicken (21)
I be flexin' like I'm eatin' popeye's spinach (21, 21, 21)

Boy you need to
Percolate and still have a little time for Sunday
Ooh
(So baby, say let's take it back to the crib
Back to the-back-back to the)
Baby, I might let you go
Baby-baby, no matter what

And like I switch the other side on me
Babe-babe gotta hold me
Gotta ride on me
Baby-aby, let's take it back to crib
Back-back to the crib
Back-back to the
Baby, I might let you go
Baby-baby, no matter what

And I can I-can I-can I-can I
To the crib-
Back to the brick
Back to the-
You see them
Baby, I, baby, baby, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
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