Childish Gambino I. Crawl lyrics

[Hook]
Where we were both kinda thing
Betchya crawl, all alone (x3)

[Verse 1]
Who am I?
Rec League, I ain't paid to ball
Y'all be 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
Nigga coming round in they lane like a Huey
And I'm only looking back if I'm looking at her booty
(At her Boooty)
Whats the rational, they wanna smoke nigga like they black and milds
So we optin out
Ok cool

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[Verse 2]
Blue drink by the bouquet 'til I'm blue faced on a Tuesday
(Can I have some?)
#NiggasBeLike
Put a plus eighteen on that 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 women, I'm turnt up
Gut niggas, so curb balling
Elle Varner got a crush on him
I gotta wait in line for that
Ain't nobody got time for that
Ain't nobody gotta rhyme with that
Too true like 2 Chainz
Blue blood like he both Gangs

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