Childish Gambino "Because The Internet" Lyric Book | March 2016

i. crawl 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 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

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