[Chorus – x4: Kai]
Where we were?
Kinda thing.
Betcha crawl
All alone.
[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Who am I? Rec League, I ain't payin' 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 sayin' 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 lookin' back if I'm lookin' at her booty.
At her booty, what's the rationale?
They wanna smoke niggas when they black & mild,
So we actin' out. Okay, cool.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
Blue dream by the bouquet ‘til I'm blue-faced on a Tuesday.
Can I have some? #Niggasbelike,
Put a +18 on a invite.
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.
[Chorus]