Childish Gambino - The Crawl lyrics

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Where we were kinda thing

Bet you crawl, all alone

Where we were kinda thing

Bet you crawl, all alone

Where we were kinda thing

Bet you crawl, all alone

Where we were kinda thing

Bet you crawl, all alone

Who am I?

Rec League, I ain't paid 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

Nigga turn round in they lane like a Huey

And I'm only looking back if I'm looking at her booty

At her booty

What’s the ratchet now, they wanna smoke niggas but they Black & Mild

So we acting out

Ok cool

Where we were kinda thing

Bet you crawl, all alone

Where we were kinda thing

Bet you crawl, all alone

Where we were kinda thing

Bet you crawl, all alone

Where we were kinda thing

Bet you crawl, all alone

Blue dream by the bouquet till 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 winters, I burn autumns

Gut niggas, so Kurt Vonne

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 it’s 2 Chainz

Blue blood like Wolf Gang

Where we were kinda thing

Bet you crawl, all alone

Where we were kinda thing

Bet you crawl, all alone

Where we were kinda thing

Bet you crawl, all alone

Where we were kinda thing

Bet you crawl, all alone

Where we were kinda thing

Bet you crawl, all alone

Where we were kinda thing

Bet you crawl, all alone

Where we were kinda thing

Bet you crawl, all alone

Where we were kinda thing

Bet you crawl, all alone