I. Crawl - Childish Gambino

Where we were kinda thing

Bet she crawl, all alone

Where we were kinda thing

Bet she crawl, all alone

Where we were kinda thing

Bet she crawl, all alone

Where we were kinda thing

Bet she 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 boooty) What’s the rationale?

They wanna smoke niggas when they Black &Mild

So we acting out (Okay, cool)

(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