CHILDISH GAMBINO feat. Danielle Haim of Haim – Won’t Stop

[Hook: Danielle Haim]
We are so far away from here

[Childish Gambino]
Tell them “Run it back”, this song is my shit
Told that DJ, “Turn it up”, all we did was bowflex
It’s that Stone Mountain, DeKalb county
Fuck boy no shit about it
Still real, no shit, cash gun, money clip
285 to 400 then I made a left
Man we spend it up in Lenox, boy we fresh to death
They be sleeping when I left, now they heard of me
We get paid to keep y’all hyped, that’s that turnip green
New kicks, street ball, black top, asphalt
Tight dress, her ass fall, get face like bath salts
Airport atheist, though may pray when there’s turbulence
So why the fuck am I stressin’ over this nervous shit?

[Hook: Danielle Haim]
We are so far away from here
We are so far away from here

[Childish Gambino]
Burn burn burn
My new car, my new clothes
Now that I’m on top, are you proud of me?
Burn burn burn
My new car, my new clothes
Now that I’m on top, are you proud of me?

All I really wanted was a left turn
Never thought it’d go and leave a nigga burned
Now that I’m on top, are you proud of me, proud of me?
All I really wanted was a left turn
Never thought it’d go and leave a nigga burned
Now that I’m on top, are you proud of me, proud of me?

Are you proud of me?
Are you proud of me?

I should have known

CHILDISH GAMBINO – We Ain’t Them

Picking out my fro with my fist comb
I got a tab at the Stone baby, this long
My little brother was having a little trouble
I hope that he doesn’t care that it’s in this song
Korean town lunchin’, talking ’bout how to run things
He said Atlanta wanted something
Waka, Jeezy, and Future got the streets locked down
Copycats making sure Tip keep that crown
You fucking ’round with the truth, went to see The Roots
Quest brought me back on stage in a suit
I wear it hard cause niggas say that I’m soft
Even Black Thought thought I made it a little hard, I gotta be honest
Feeling like the other stuff is kinda behind us
Making jokes here and there done got us some dollars
I’m tryna show the whole world what it is and it ain’t a game
He said homie stay the course, ain’t shit changed
Weird night and everybody was tipsy
Hanging out with Questlove reminiscing ’bout Whitney
He like, “Man, we can’t even make it to 50?!”
That reminds me — I sent a long text message to my mom and pop
I got the same speech when I left 30 Rock
My mom like “Why you wanna leave a good job?”
My dad said “Do your thing, boy don’t stop”
Shout out to my nigga Lud, shout out to my nigga Sway
For hanging out at the crib and telling me what you think
Speak from your heart and never compromise what you feel is real
And never let these white people tell you how to feel
Never let anybody tell you how to feel
I want what they had back in the fourth grade
Family vacates, you know I did it all
Just to see my little sis by a waterfall
My great granddad bought his own freedom
Walk barefoot to Virginia to start his own peanut farm
So don’t be alarmed — man I’m royalty
Jam of the week, V103
No cosign, no bovine
More swag, pull back on the punchlines
Starving, every track means lunch time
I’m a star, how could I not shine?
Fuck boys chase hyper rap chicks
And niggas who stopped texting after 1.6
DG Lover ain’t nothing to fuck wit’
D Money ain’t nothing to fuck wit’
And what’s a leader if he isn’t reluctant
Too bad for y’all, I’m blasting off
I’m not Asher Roth, I don’t sleep on my bread
Dick riders stay close, I might flash a ball
Sometimes, all this shit make a nigga feel guilty
I used to sleep with them roaches
Back of my mind though, I hope the show gets cancelled
Maybe then I can focus
Hawaii touch down, go ahead baby put your shades on
East Side! East Side to the gravestone!
Brown liquor but my girl in Bed-Stuy
Nigga, you got Drive like a sale at Best Buy
Hold up, hold up, we can do better
Put my voice on the track, man that shit is much wetter
At the studio at 8 AM
Hit the booth then eat, nigga we ain’t them, nigga we ain’t them!
Drop a line at your Facebook status
Said that shit about a week ago, you still mad at us
If there’s something on your chest nigga let it out
Cause I’m the best — da da da

CHILDISH GAMBINO feat. Schoolboy Q – Unnecessary

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Who the fuck, Gambino, this nigga on your tivo?
My hotel cost a kilo, I’m banking like a free throw
Fuck y’all, we A-Team, y’all plan B like Walgreens
Cop that shit and paint it black, niggas want they summer back?
Ha-ha, no way, Hublots, gold chains
Beans in my hand, girl in the car
She still with her man, but she see me tomorrow
Homegirl on that Master P, watch us ball like referees
Unnecessary roughness? We just trying to function
Used to sport them Filas cause my cousin pack them heaters
We don’t wife ‘em like Khalifa, we just party then we leave ‘em
Tell ‘em that we hittin’, we don’t really see ‘em
My girl look best when she only wear it fitted
Q and ‘Bino in the house and you niggas in the senate
Get it?

[Hook]
Four thou’ on my fit, that’s unnecessary
Skiing in Japan, that’s unnecessary
Molly on my rider, that’s unnecessary
‘Bino spit the fire, that ain’t even necessary
That’s unnecessary, that’s unnecessary
That’s unnecessary, that’s unnecessary
Roll out on a plane, that’s unnecessary
Tussin and champagne, nigga that ain’t even necessary

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
They say don’t buy the belt and I got it
They say don’t get the Rollie and I bought it
Nigga, I’m balling
My mixtape can get you through college
Getting them dollars
Showing my pearly white teeth, nigga that’s flawless
Came a long way from jumping out of Impalas
Same gun and press different ski mask from coppers
All of this copper
Knock knock, who could it be? Niggas know I got it on lock
Yock, yock – rappers better move ‘fore the nigga get dropped
Mr. fly boy, you got your label hot
I’m the hardest out, you’s a table cloth
Unnecessary balling, I was carded off
Been fucking with my side bitch so much my main bitch can’t stand it
Hundred racks for three months, man this shit is outstanding
See now I got her stupid racks, billion, trillion
That’s what I call building
‘Bino what it do, let’s go half on a million

[Hook]
Bathroom DVR, that’s unnecessary
I’m pushing in that bulletproof, that’s unnecessary
Stuntin’ at the mall, that’s unnecessary
Condo on my arm, that ain’t even unnecessary
That’s unnecessary, that’s unnecessary
That’s unnecessary, that’s unnecessary
Pisa for a day, that’s unnecessary
Shows a hundred K, that ain’t even necessary

CHILDISH GAMBINO – Till I Die

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]

CHILDISH GAMBINO feat. Chance the Rapper – They Don’t Like Me

[Childish Gambino]
Somebody tell they people what the fuck is up
I’m grindin’ like a doozer looking cool as fuck
I’m grindin’ I’m most hated but I sell the stage
I’m grindin’ I’m most hated but I’m gettin’ paid

[Chance The Rapper]
Eddy Scissorhands is workin’ on my linin’
Gettin’ spiffy for these bitches I be eyeing
Fr-Fred Mercury was playin’ while I’m ridin’
Down the Ryan, in a Scion
And I’m flyin’, but it’s cool, I got insurance
On the run cause I got warrants, but it’s cool I got endurance
It’s cool I got suspended, but in turn I got some earnings
Could’ve spent it all on Thursday, but I saved it for my parents
But I spent a bit on Friday, in the night I hang with Donald
I’m tired of McDonalds, when a chick that cook chicano
That can’t speak a lick of English, and pronounce my name like Chano
She say something something Spanish
I look back like, “Bitch, I know”
Tonight, I’ma make decisions for life
It’s a Lucy Boomer dark lookin’ light, some might drive
That’s that shit right there that I don’t like
There that shit just had to say
Shouts to the niggas that passed away
And shots for the niggas that’s here right now
And shots to the niggas that got away
So sad to say, but it’s all good
Niggas gon’ celebrate, and wait for the day
Shit, that and A with alize
Like live from the Chi’, it’s Saturday night

[Childish Gambino]
Used to have some patience, now it’s all gone
Force feed these motherfuckers eatin’ foie gras
Force feed these motherfuckers not a rockstar
I’m a say my piece, these other rappers lockjaw
I don’t think they like me (I don’t think they like me)
I don’t think I’m icy, I think I’m aight, B
Niggas wanna fight me? That’s unnecessary
I don’t quit for shit, that’s my legendary

CHILDISH GAMBINO – The Longest Text Message

Who’s in love with you now?
I swear to God… I swear to God, I am.
Who’s in love with you now?
I swear to God… I swear to God, I am.
Nobody really wants ya.

[Verse 1:]
First off, let me say I’m drunk off of shitty wine.
So, I probably used the b word a couple times.
I used to love your fucking mouth, you had enough of mine.
But what’s the reason for, you never gave me any sign.
When we were making out, you kinda act like it was nothin’.
Like you were doing it to prove you could do it or somethin’.
You know I’m fine with getting fucked by girls who are my friends.
You fucked me in that different way. I guess it all depends.
Texting on my day off. “Hey babe, what’s going on?
Sorry I can’t make it out.” Sad face, emoticon.
It’s funny how I see you with these bad boys you hanging on.
I told you, I’m a soldier, need a girl scout to tag along.
Face down, ass up. That’s the way you left me.
I thought there was a sparkle. We were missing Lisa Leslie.
“You know it’s fucking childish to write a song to get me! ”
I’m always fucking childish. You knew that when you met me.

[Chorus:]
Who’s in love with you now?
I swear to God… I swear to God, I am.
Who’s in love with you now?
I swear to God… I swear to God, I am.
Nobody really wants ya.

[Verse 2:]
You ain’t that fine bitch, what the fuck you heard?
I love these shitty ass chicks. I guess I’ll never learn.
I hate it when you think you’re really getting something good.
And you don’t listen to your dudes when you really should.
I got so many fucking girls, I can’t even count ‘em.
There’s probably six or seven girls who think this song’s about ‘em.
Never kiss in public, but at home I am affectionate.
Fucking bitches left and right, my dick is ambidextrous.
I know you’re probably texting these lyrics to your friends
Saying, “this nigga think he all that, he fucking sucked in bed.”
Well, uh… I think we both know that I worked that ass.
I hope your dude can keep it stretched… yoga class.
I’m trying hard not to use a specific reference,
But you’ll probably know it’s you after the first sentence.
So, let me quit while I’m ahead like a penis.
If I never was in love with you I hope you know I’m meaning it.

[Chorus: x2]
Who’s in love with you now?
I swear to God… I swear to God, I am.
Who’s in love with you now?
I swear to God… I swear to God, I am.
Nobody really wants ya.

Nobody really wants ya…
Nobody really wants ya…
Nobody really wants ya.
Wants ya [echoes out]

CHILDISH GAMBINO – The Backroom (Freestyle)

Street niggas, hood rats, ladies and gentlemen
Childish Gambino greater than sign everyone
Apples to oranges, Jay Leno to Letterman
Got a cool whip and my girl ass gelatin
Fake niggas back in style naw never that
If I’m wrong, see you in hell with hella cash
God dammit we the boys with the illest rain
Royalty forever and the rest is just a silly game
Still wonderin’ how to work your girlfriend’s clitoral
Still makin’ money off of 30 Rock residuals
Money changes everything, these girls are always down to ride
Especially if you keep they noses gentrified
Money off of curse words, I hope my momma proud of me
Man I done it all, so I guess we both prodigies
From PJs to PJs, that’s projects to privates
Now you understand my fuckin’ mindset, let ‘em know

CHILDISH GAMBINO feat. Dean – Sunshine

[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

CHILDISH GAMBINO – So Sick Wit It

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]

CHILDISH GAMBINO feat. Beck – Silk Pillow

[Verse 1: Beck]
Centrifugal force pulling me off-course, in a horse race
Changing horses midstream, fourteenth place
On videotape surveillance playback
Sigh you lose face, disgraced, God forbid you
Fall off of the face of the Earth with chase
The black hole of what you thought it was worth today
“Don’t shoot the piano player” I heard them say
It was your fault, centrifugal force, you got caught
Convict monotonous, a verdict thoughtless
As you read it out loud, at least I was being relatively honest
Standing in your office trying to speak to some anacondas
Leaking sawless from the sawdust
While your doppleganger stands copless
No one notices, they got their own dramas
Drama-rama’s mellow dramas
You draw commas on the eyes of madonnas
And wonder why you can’t turn traumas into nirvanas

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
Don’t mess your head up, still run with these young bucks
Still runnin’ on jet fuel, still pimpin’ on what-what
What was I thinkin’? I wasn’t
What am I drinkin’? I’m buzzin’
Speakin’ of weekends I used to fuck with your cousin
I used to rap about nothin’, now I rap about nothin’
But that nothin’ was somethin’ that ain’t nobody was bumpin’
See I still got it boo-boo, just a battle, do you
Wonders if you don’t wanna be under some gross dude
But most girls will do it just for a corner seat at Nobu
I bet your daughter’s perfect, he say it like he know you
My daughter isn’t living yet, at water village idiot
Their flow’s dumb, but that royalty’s the silliest
Now

[Verse 3: Childish Gambino]
Someone tell these niggas I ain’t fuckin’ ’round
Fly them all to Vegas man we hold it down
Livin’ for the present, nigga we fuck futures
Sippin’ on some whiskey, these bitches drinkin’ Kombucha
Recession means more oppression, these niggas will shoot ya
Rio de Janeiro, these bitches lookin’ like Xuxa
Talk with anacondas, at least I’m bein’ honest
I’m tryin’ to turn these Keke Palmers into baby mamas
Baby mama, I’m your baby, mama
Man, let your boy drown, they ain’t save me, momma
They ain’t save me momma
They ain’t save me momma
Silk pillow for that new weave
Silk pillow for that new weave

CHILDISH GAMBINO – Shoulda Known

[Hook (x2)]
One love
You can let it out
You can let it out
You can let it out, cause
Shoulda known, shoulda known
Shoulda known, shoulda known

[Verse 1]
Bino, I’m so for real-o, green like I’m Cee Lo
Hangin’ out with Kilo… Kish, smokin’ on that keisha
I’ma need that visa
I’m working on everything that I’m touching man
I’m bussin’ two white Russians drinking themselves
But it still ain’t nothing yo
It’s East side if you can’t tell, North Decatur and Glendale
So fuck y’all, all y’all, if y’all don’t like me… good
Put that on my partner man, I wish a nigga would
I say we ain’t playing man I hope that’s understood
I’m in my zone though, fucking round with that 4-0
Eating my mamas salmon but skipping on the risotto
Girl said that she need the follow, tweet her and she’ll do any
Man, I’m trying to stay off, readin’ em makes me angry
On the back on the tour bus, recording the two of us
Stacks at the Apple store, man this ballin’ is new to us
Trying to make amends, bailing on all my friends
Nigga went to the clubs and a beat to Gucci instead
Man I’m feelin’ right, my nigga Fam yelling “don’t stop”
And half my crew is always faded on some lowtop
Stopped drinking for the most part
My only vices all our pictures on my laptop
Screaming at me saying “I ain’t what you really want”
Christina’s parents baby all I make is Milians
We got the shows, we got the paper, but I want respect
So tell them haters we ain’t quitting yet
Let ‘em know

[Hook (x2)]

[Verse 2]
One love, the thing that hasn’t changed
My parents lost their job, it’s so cold in the A
Now that I’m 1%, I send most of it home
I want to stunt but she need to pay off her student loans
And everybody saying, “Get it while you hitting man
We want them harder beats, that 808 you slipping man”
Dude is so stupid popping anything they hand me
On that parking lot pimping and politicking in Miami
In that home of the D where they sell that cake batter
Heard a voice in the back, came from all the fake rappers
That I shitted on, shitted on
Shitted on, shitted on
Rap your soul, dude, let the mic blaze
Show ‘em A-Town, East Side, all day
I put it on, I put it on
I put it on, I put it on
Life is somethin’ IMAX, film is at a climax
I ain’t even started, Was it stupid I departed?
Man, probably, but now we do the things we always wanted
I’m proud of me, cause I am undoubtedly a force to be reckoned with
Please somebody cum laude me
Graduated, anticipated the hatred and doubted me
Not a prodigy, just a hard worker from the Dean’s List
But most these rappers doin’ so-so like a seamstress
Jesus

[Hook]

CHILDISH GAMBINO – Royalty

Royalty

[Blake Griffin speaking]
This… is Blake Griffin. This… is Royalty

[Ad libs]
(It’s Royalty! It’s Royalty)

CHILDISH GAMBINO – Red Alert

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]

CHILDISH GAMBINO feat. Bun B – R.I.P

[Verse 1: Bun-B]
Late ass nights come from long days
Doin’ all the right things in the wrong ways
Doin’ all the wrong shit for the right reasons
Sprinklin’ midnight game, call it night seasoning
Haters get salty give ‘em cholesterol
Trill O.G, mop up the floor with the best of y’all
Then dry that bitch off with the rest of y’all
And catch a flight to Rio de Janeiro for la festival
Yeah, and that’s word to fit a baldy
Ball hard like I see menace out of my Spalding
And I’ll break your face with a no look pass
Now back to your parking lot pimp with yo little hook ass
I use harsh words cause these are hard times
And trill-ass people, nowadays they’re such a hard find
So it’s when I open if I could keep ‘em
And one on the scope, so if they frontin’ I can sleep ‘em
Man, my flow is so parabolic
The energy’ll blow you over even if you’re Broly
Goddamn it, now that’s one for the Googlers
That fell asleep on they desk and never step their noogle up
Takin’ lames out never been new to us
The hardest part of this shit is figurin’ which of you to bust
Then step your weight up like GNC
And R.I.P. to Chris Luda reppin’ CNC
Straight G

[Hook x2]
There’s somethin’ inside you
It’s hard to explain
They’re talking about you boy
But you’re still the same

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
Rest in peace to them niggas who was dead wrong
Toni Braxton to them niggas, that’s a sad song
Cry a river Timberlake, the whole industry
Record the whole album in my living room in Italy
Niggas who wasn’t feelin’ me secretly want a handout
Keep your mouth shut, I can probably help your man out
Drop a new stack all lames get to steppin’
Drop a new track all blogs go to heaven
Kill the web, man these niggas need they hits up
Kiss her neck, add a dime to the tip cup
She is not “slut,” fuck a dude who says so
Just because she fuckin’ doesn’t mean she ain’t a lady
Kill the whole stage, I never needed a mic check
Semen on my spacebar, fuckin’ tired of Skype sex
Runnin’ with a new breed, me and Bun B
This hip-hop nation, that big country
Nigga please! We ain’t stop for no one
Wu-Tang Generator name, I’m a shōgun
Wu-Tang Generator name, watch him smoke one
Talk a lot of sh*t, but none of them will approach him
Gambino got first position, the game is ballet
So graceful; drive, he don’t need a valet
So angel: fly as I wanna be
Mercy, somebody show these niggas can’t hurt me
Woah

[Hook x2]
There’s somethin’ inside you
It’s hard to explain
They’re talking about you boy
But you’re still the same

CHILDISH GAMBINO feat. Alley Boy, Swank, Tina Fey – Real Estate

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
I got a PJ for the whole crew
Passport looking old news
Champagne in a glasshouse
Old money know what I’m about
Put your money in that real estate
I put my money in that real estate
I put my money in that real estate
Nigga I’m from Georgia that’s the realest state

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
I’m feeling like New Zealand, charge it to the Am-X
Gotta use that latex or she living like a princess
They don’t wake you up in private, let a nigga sleep
I got houses in the mountains, man Will Smith live down the street
Got that generation money my grandkids are assholes
Stacking something dummy every verse I got got cash flow
Monaco they loved me, I’m wearing something ugly
But they still know I’m rich though so my doo-rag lookin’ stuffy
Rollin’ with the royalty Kauai is just my Camelot
Glasshouse, champagne, white shirt, no socks, no top Saint Bart’s
Pushin’ 997′s like I’m making fuckin’ phone calls
Half a mill is low bar
Lot of diamonds light bright, whiskey older than Betty White
Spot me on Dalmatian coast, Croatian girls salvation us
Make something of myself man
Somebody let’em know, ‘cuz it’s that eastside nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Alley Boy]
Ridin’ around with a whole meal, real estate can a nigga live
Gold slug no ice grill, deal with molly, no ecs pill
Georgia nigga I’m A-town, eastside nation wide
Rep nigga like Tim Briggs, killed them, homicide
Real estate that’s my estate Georgia pizza like Big Meech
Mason Ave, that’s my street, we sellin’ crack on Front Street
Old money got dust on it, old chopper got rust on it
New crib, ticket on it, just cashed out seven figures on it
Baby momma, stank bitch fought child support, I’m too rich
Pissy hoe got lucky, you can pay your bills on my dick
My driver license’s suspended, but I’m still ridin’ in a Bentley
I’m still strapped with that semi, real estate we winnin’
Me and Childish Gambino, plenty chips no casino
Poppin’ bottles with models they gon’ suck us up pronto
Put my grill in your real estate, know I come from that realest state
Niggas eating off paper plates, we just copped them new Audi 8s

[Hook (x2)]

[Outro 1: Swank]
Man Atlanta showing love too, man
Shout out to Eastside, shout out to Southside, Westside
And for the North side, man them niggas up there be testin’
Ain’t nothing changed man, we still get money out here
Royalty forever in this bitch
Gambino nigga, you know what I’m saying?
That new shit man
One time for the one time man, real nigga stand up
Two times for the bad bitches, three for the rich
You know what I’m talking about?
You know what it is man, yeah man
Money talk, bullshit walkin’ marathon
Real niggas know what I’m talking about
Royalty forever motherfucker
Gambino forever motherfucker
Get used to it, Royalty nigga, Royalty motherfucker
Motherfucking eastside stand up, Stone Mountain, L-town
We in this bitch like we fucking a dog or some shit my nigga
Man y’all motherfuckers already know what it is
Royalty forever in this bitch, bitch niggas fall back
Real recognize real and y’all sucka niggas ain’t it
You feel me? Man don’t watch me, watch TV
Wait, ‘Bino on that shit too, God damn
Man we gettin’ that white people money, you heard that?
Matter of fact Tina, tell these niggas what I’m talking about one time

[Outro 2: Tina Fey]
Yeah we in here, we in this thing
Gambino is forever, Royalty is forever
We ballin’ ’till we fuckin’ up the hardwood homey
This is the life we live, son
My president is black and my Prius is blue motherfucker
Royalty all day, we droppin’ racks in Nordstroms son
That’s racks on racks damn it
You feel me? You feel me?
This is the part where most people would say something crazy and drop the n-word after it
Not going to, not gonna do that
I don’t feel comfortable
I’m out!

CHILDISH GAMBINO feat. Josh Osho – Wonderful

[Hook: Josh Osho]
We finally made it
And now we sailin’
I never dreamed we’d get this far
My heart keeps asking
How did it get so wonderful? So wonderful
How did it get so wonderful? So wonderful

[Verse: Childish Gambino]
You can call the shots, I’m going to my aunt’s house
What’s it all about? Lookin’ like I’m Millhouse
What’s it all about? I ain’t get my bike back
I ain’t get my bike back, I know where he live at
I know what he look like, I know what I live like
Five to a bed, head to toe, that’s a good night
Five to a bed, head to toe, with the fan on
I don’t think these other niggas know what your man on
I used to have to sneak just to get my food
Free lunch made it feel like they don’t approve
Sell a card for a dollar used to be the mood
I wanna be Jabari man that nigga cool
I wanna lash out nigga keep your cool
All my friend did was draw something now he outta school
‘Cause everything was always “Show me what you’re made of”
And everybody knew somebody who was laid up
I didn’t need it, momma said it’s a lesson
Some people will never like you
Don’t let ‘em catch you stressin’
You know a code’s a code, the world can’t stop ‘em
Eating out rat holes and Cheerios boxes
This nigga think he hot shit, he think he good at everything
I just didn’t wanna get left out more
My little sis’ mom got shot, she in the newspaper
Prayers couldn’t save her, she died a day later
Like my cousin got the HIV
When she bust the leg open playing jump rope
Should I tell them kids what the fuck’s up?
They gone judge her and me
Man fuck them, we livin’, all is forgiven
I fucked up royally
But now that’s who we are man you gotta use the royal “we”
This is royalty, and this is all I ever wanted ’cause

[Hook: Josh Osho (x2)]
We finally made it
And now we sailin’
I never dreamed we’d get this far
My heart keeps asking
How did it get so wonderful? So wonderful
How did it get so wonderful? So wonderful

CHILDISH GAMBINO feat. Steve G. Lover – One Up

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Yea, we party ’til the sun up
You ain’t liking what we doing — shut up
You ain’t liking what we doing — shut up
We got that extra life, nigga one up

[Verse 1: Steve G. Lover]
Fuck the recession, I’ma keep this thing going
If you ain’t know ‘em, bet you probably still work for ‘em
Chick from Bermuda, that’s right I get my work foreign
They don’t get paid, I got hard dick and purp for ‘em
Niggas out of line, get a shovel in the dirt for ‘em
Niggas wanna move, get the trucks and the shirt for ‘em
OG status, my job’s got perks for ‘em
Money, clothes, hoes, you ain’t ever gotta search for ‘em
You know what I’m doing, nigga I’ma do things
Getting to the money, I guess I got a few things
Fifteen nines, five dimes, only two chains
Smoke like Jamaicans, run it like I’m Usain
Fresh from the haircut down to the shoestrings
Hoes talk about me, I’ma need a new name
Steve G the prince, I’m looking like the new king
All I do is win so who the hell’s losing

[Hook (x2)]

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
Bino what the dealy, I heard that flow was silly
I heard you was so east side and that pussy’s your Achilles
But really it’s time to get up, smoking on that get up
Bino lay it down and work it out like a sit up
I’m feeling like a winner, my living be so easy
My old girl look Leona, my new girl look Ukemi
So illy, I got espressos, mi mami give me besos
Shades on my face, Armani helping me lay low
D-Money get his name, these other niggas lame
These niggas used to hate me, I guess ain’t nothing changed
Shotgun in the Porsche, she don’t know where we going
American Royalty on that yolo Ralph Lauren
It’s that city where Luda be, stunting was new to me
But now we killing paper, fuck it I might just shoot a G
Leave your face open like you Breezy, I mean it
Nobody need to see nobody leaking, believe me

[Hook (x2)]

CHILDISH GAMBINO feat. Kilo Kish – Make It Go Right

[Verse 1: Kilo Kish]
Umm, okay
Yea, candy
Uhh, where is this song in my Blackberry?
Yea, yea
Alright cool

Okay
As my mind runs, licking cotton candy lipstick
You’re right here in my room, yeah I wished it
Candlelight vigil for the one you’re texting
Pink sweatpants – hmm, interesting
No need, don’t explain to me, love
Cause I know how you deal, but I could see us
In a different way, don’t play me cause we’re not the same
Sign on, choose your screename and misbehave
So you’re a playboy, you think you’re Hef K
Hoppin’ round town with the bunnies when
I’m the candy that you need, brush your sweet tooth
Have you got it with your place with the statue?
A Veneer, I hear, she’s just swell
If you want to date a rock, you think I can’t tell?
So you bored? Are you lost? Was it worthwhile?
I feel the ice-cold chill in her warm smile
Saw you last night, you didn’t have to act fly
Come and sweep me from the back room
Feel my palms heat up on your chest now
As the night creeps into bedtime vows
Married in a white t-shirt, bedstyle
Still you know that I’m the best ride
You deserve what you get: it’s called respect
You ever heard of it?

[Hook]
I know what you’re missing in your new life
I can find a way to make it go right
Make it go right
Make it go right
I know what you’re missing in your new life
I can find a way to make it go right
It go, it go
It go, it go

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
When I’m alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall
And in the back of my mind, I hear my conscience call
I used to front somethin’ stupid, now I’m makin’ them wait
Except for you mama, I’m ready, I don’t wanna be late
Never hesitate, you know it, petty cash, we blow it
Excuse me for imperfect, them halfway looks is worth it
I watched these niggas lurkin’, they just want my leftovers
Watched ‘em locked up all day and slept over
Put your hair back: Afro
Skippin’ after-parties at the last show
I’ma hold your hand in little Tokyo
And tell you somethin’ in your ear that you shouldn’t know
Two jumps, but the feeling was so gone
High school swag, busy fuckin’ with clothes on
Lost a couple words, joke around the reason
You can wear my shirt, pretend to let you win that FIFA
There was nothing like it… settle down
You always hit me when my boo around
It’s a long walk – we ain’t talkin’ though
That ratchet ho on lock-n-load, I appreciate the offer, though
I’ma do it right – later, though
Cause either way you’re gonna hate me like you say you won’t
Thank God for that – it’s called regret
You ever heard of it?

[Hook (x2)]
I know what you’re missing in your new life
I can find a way to make it go right
Make it go right
Make it go right
I know what you’re missing in your new life
I can find a way to make it go right
It go, it go
It go, it go

CHILDISH GAMBINO – Lust For Life

[Childish Gambino - singing]
Oh, I wish I had a boyfriend
I wish I had a loving man in my life
I wish I had a father
Maybe then I woulda turned out right
But now I’m just crazyyy, and totally mad
Yeah I’m just crazyyy, fucked up in the head
And maybe if I really tried with all of my heart
then I could make a brand new start in love with you
Ohhhhh
Oh I wish I had a suntan
I wish I had a pizza and a bottle of wine
I wish I had a beach house
then we could make a big fire every night
But now I’m just crazyyy, and totally mad
Yeah I’m just crazyyy, fucked up in the head
And if I really tried with all of my heart
then I could make a brand new start in love with you
In love with you
Ohhhhh

[Childish Gambino - rapping]
Listen to my mouth, nigga I meant it
Don’t fuck with me ‘less you want your swag pregnant
A nigga bad grammar, I run on sentence
I am just a rapper so I don’t need practice
I am just different, I eat/sleep genius
Forever I Love Atlanta, I stunt these FILAS
Swag celibate, I don’t fuck with these bitches
Smoke these niggaz, turn ‘em all Swishers
Can’t make up my mind I gotta fuck both sisters
and my flow is retarded, I spit autism
Got that shit to make ya bounce like Tigger
Cause I am more childish than “good job” stickers
Your girl’s in the room so I don’t have any jeans on
We are at war, so my wallet is the green zone
We can do this shit, any time, anywhere
And you know you aren’t me and I know it isn’t fair
Yeah these niggaz apple trees, they need to grow a pair
I balled in the store, but nigga I got hair
And as soon I got here, the girls act different
But I don’t have to act, I’ve been different for a minute
Motherfucker! Ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, yo

CHILDISH GAMBINO – Lights Turned On

[Verse 1:]
Small chick with a fat ass
Did I say that out loud, let me backtrack
I know my game ain’t that bad
Have you ever made out with a Gap ad?
And girls want what they can’t have
So I don’t text back when the screen flash
You love me? You mean cash
Need a friend you can fuck, I can be that
Crush girls now, couldn’t last year
Oh, you like me now, well that’s weird
Last year you were chillin’ with Lil Wayne
Now you wanna pretend like my feelings is still the same?
My work is my playtime
I need you to understand and to stay fine
Do this and I just might wife you
Let me poke you ma, Raichu
Fuck ya life
I don’t really think I drank enough tonight
Lookin’ at you, make me wanna fuck for life
Lame-ass dudes gon’ suck tonight
But so are these girls, am I wrong or right?
Girl, do somethin’ to me
“Nah, baby, you way too hood for me”
Y’all girls have never been good for me
Watch a nigga take over, mutiny
I wanna fuck with the lights on
Hey, girl, let a python slide on
Stay sick, infect me, Lysol
I’m on the edge, they hopin’ that I might fall
I make it work, I’m runnin’ with a new crew
And we do dope shit you ain’t used to
For me, by me, fuck Fubu
This girl never heard of me, go and check YouTube
I got a house with a dope view
See the ocean, dope shit, you an ’06, I’m an ’02
But enough about high school
I’m gettin’ laid, or I’m gettin’ lied to
You my stand-in Cameron, let me be your A-Rod
You number one in The Pack, Based God
Should I say somethin’ dumb to give us somethin’ to fight about?
Never mind, lights out

[Hook:]
I want the lights turned on
Show me how you do it
Show me what you doin’
I don’t wanna lose
Have them lights turned on
Show me what you doin’
Show me what you do to me, me

[Verse 2:]
Swag
2: 30 and we still makin’ progress
Talkin’ on Twitter to see where to go next
3: 30, man, where did the time go?
I’m chillin’ with this Asian chick I met in Chicago
She look like the Social Network chick
Except for her ass is twice as thick, man
Just wanna bite that shit
Where the fuck did my license went?
I musta left it at the other place
I rent a loft downtown with a ton of space
Yeah, we doin’ stupid shit, have stories when I’m older
But I don’t wanna see pictures of us on Vulture
Never thought about a year ago
I’m chillin’ out with the friends at the Super Bowl
Things change like a motherfuck
That’s why I wild out, keep the city up
Uh, I talk a lot about the girls in my songs
But you are different from the girls in my songs
Stop talkin’ ’bout the girls in my songs?
If you don’t like it, I can just take you home
More green than the top of these tree trunks
Leave your boyfriend here, ’cause he punk
She like, “I’m not a slut, ” speed bump
By the way, what’s your name?, ’cause we drunk

[Hook:]
I want the lights turned on
Show me how you do it (we druuuunk)
Show me what you doin’
I don’t wanna lose (we druuuuuuunk)
Have them lights turned on
Show me what you doin’ (I’m drunk)
Show me what you do to me, me

I want the lights turned on
Show me how you do it
Show me what you doin’
I don’t wanna lose
Have them lights turned on
Show me what you doin’
Show me what you do to me, me

I want the lights turned on
Show me how you do it (I got to get high)
Show me what you doin’
I don’t wanna lose (I need to get high)
Have them lights turned on
Show me what you doin’ (I got to get high)
Show me what you do to me, me (I got to get high)

[Outro:]
I gots to get high
I need to get high
Uh, I needs to get high
Uh, I gots to get high