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Childish Gambino - Because the Internet Lyrics






The Library (Intro)


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I Crawl

Where we were, kinda thing, betcha crawl, all alone

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 saying to it?
Old money look new money go 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 Booty)
What's the rationale?
They wanna smoke a niggas when they Black & Mild
So we acting out
Ok cool

Where we were, kinda thing, betcha crawl, all alone

Blue dream 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 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 2 Chainz
Blue Blood like he both gangs

Where we were, kinda thing, betcha crawl, all alone
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Writer: TAIWO HASSAN, KEHINDE HASSAN, ALESSIA PATRIZIA DEGASPERIS, DONALD GLOVER
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II. Worldstar

(Ooh, ooh)(damn)
F*ck outta here, dawg (ooh)
What's up? What's up?
Don't, don't try to jump me, don't try to jump me
You got it, I ain't even wanna fight homies. You got it, cuz
(Damn) You got his

Blow up
World Star before rap, you already know that
So Fresh Prince, they are about to bring the show back
Listening to Kilo, weekend cost a kilo
Hair so long, I'm about to bring the fro back
Phone call gotta say, "Moshi Moshi" (moshi moshi)
Girlfriend actin' all wishy washy (wishy washy)
It's your birthday, make it earthquake (make it earthquake)
Fell in love with a nigga like a mermaid
(Daddy, I love him)
That's a first date (uh)
Nobody think about it worst case (worst case)
Best case, we the front page (front page)
10K on the first day (first day)
Yeah, motherf*cker, take your phone out (take your phone out)
To record this (record this)
Ain't nobody can ignore this
I'm more or less, a moral-less individual
Making movies with criminals
Tryin' to get them residuals
When it all go crazy
When I hear that action, I'm a be Scorsese
My nigga hold it horizontal man, he a professional
(Damn my nigga, be a professional, what you doin' man?)

(Get up, get up)(let him get up)
(Get the man right here)
Ohh (Worldstar, Worldstar)
Worldstar, Worldstar, ooh (Worldstar, Worldstar, Worldstar)

My girl ain't bad, she more like evil
When I'm lookin' in the mirror, how fly's this negro?
She on Hollywood and Vine
Thinkin' that she Hollywood on Vine
Makin' movies with her friends all the time
Showin' off her ass, that's a net twerk
But I saw through it like a wet shirt
Drive slow cause you might swerve off it
Still eat and the hate so salty
Put shrooms in my roommate's coffee
And got more likes than a white girl talking
More hits than a fight comp
Where they fight cops 'til they stop
When I heard shots
Watchin' dude drop from a Glock at a (ooh, Worldstar)
Let me flash on 'em
We all big brother now
Lil' sis, let her run around
Money talkin', you know the sound
Brr, money counter
Brr, AK
Brr, cell phone
Brr, hello?

Yo, bro man, check out that video I just sent you, man
This shit's hilarious, man. It's like this kid, man
He got like, he got like hit on the side of the head
Man, he's like freakin' out
Like, it's like he thinks he lost a lot of blood and shit
Haha, it's hilarious, man

(Worldstar, Worldstar, Worldstar)
We don't wanna be on (Worldstar, Worldstar)
And all I wanna be is a (Worldstar, Worldstar)
We don't wanna be on (Worldstar, Worldstar)
And all I wanna be is a (Worldstar, Worldstar)
We don't wanna be on (Worldstar, Worldstar)
And all I wanna be is a (Worldstar, Worldstar)
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Writer: Donald Mckinley Ii Glover, Ludwig Emil Tomas Goransson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Dial Up


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I. The Worst Guys

[Childish Gambino & Chance the Rapper]
All she needed was some... [x16]

[Childish Gambino]
At a Clippers' game on the court-side
Watch a nigga' shoot like a .4-5
They mad at me, too, I got more fire
When these bitches see you "go home, Roger" (Go home, Roger)
Tia and Tamara in my bed I'm a smart guy
I ain't f*cking with you niggas like apartheid
Hits on my list, check my archive
I'm something so immaculate
Instead of asking what's happenin' rather blastin'
Jackson 5 in the back of an Acura, acting blacker
Than a Bernie Mac, some Charlie Murphys and Akon
The girls that you brought man, where are they from?
Where are they from? We were playin' Playstation
Why you standin' there, say som', girl say som'
No, this ain't a vacation, this is my house, my house

[Hook (x2)]

[Childish Gambino]
Bought a new bath, 8K, nigga
Wanna take shots? AK, nigga
When I ball, I'mma ball King James, nigga
Uncle Ben in my hand, make change, nigga
And I'm out of this world like Tang, nigga
That's a space bar, man, I hate y'all
You only come around when you want to play pool in my hot tub
Ice cream paint job in the garage
I had a menage, and murdered the vaj'
But, afterwards, it was awkward as f*ck
Cause I'm nervous as f*ck and could not get it up
I-I-I-I-I need a minute, cold water to the face
I-I-I couldn't finish, got the uber from her place
On my porch smoking vapor, hit with the Sunday paper
Listening to the neighbors...

[Hook]

[Outro]
Our neighbors
All alone, no no no no
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II. Shadows

(Uh oh)
Mmm-mmm, Mmm-mmm
She said, she said
Love me better, kiss me back, listen more oh (she said, she said)
Love me better, kiss me back, listen more
Love me better, kiss me back, listen more
Yeah, no, no, no (she said, yeah okay, uh)

Face down in the brown grass (no)
Shame shame on my brown ass (oh lord)
Birds in the trees as we run through
And if I'm dead to the world, what you gon' do? What you gon' do?
Like, (I can't remember)
Shots fired, rewind, please, girl, be mine
Email denied, talk to me baby
Before I go crazy, might do it maybe
We were so Jay Z & Beyonce, my aunt say "keep the sex game picante"
The Aunt May and Mary Jane that I was hitting on
We were trying to forget that there was something wrong
Love is Russian roulette, I had the safety on
We popped pills at the Coachella
Hold my head in the weeds, man I can't tell her
The fear that I feel man it might kill her
Man, it might kill her, it's the prep school mic killa'
With the drums and the groove so it feel Dilla
I don't care what he say
I'ma get my platinum back like I'm a half ton gorilla
You can hang with homie on the low
But your boy so weak like a week ago
But we ain't speaking though

Tuesday afternoon, I ain't got shit to do
But fall in love with you (she said, she said, she said)
Tuesday afternoon, I ain't got shit to do
But fall in love with you (she said, she said, she said)

She said, love me better, kiss me back, listen more, oh (she said, she said, she said)
She said, love me better, kiss me back, listen more

The attitude
The attitude
And I hope you understand, and I hope you understand
We were never friends
And I hope you understand now
But I miss them
Oh no no no
And I hope you understand
And I hope you understand
Gonna get your love
I'm gonna get your love
And I hope you understand
I'm gonna get your, ohh
And I hope you understand
And I hope you understand
And I hope you understand
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Writer: Kent Jamz, Kenneth Gonzalez, Stephen Bruner, Donald Glover, Ludwig Gorannson, Victor Piagneri, Manzel Bush
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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III. Telegraph Ave. ("Oakland" by Lloyd)

Power 106
LA, it's ya girl, Yesi Ortiz
Got some brand-new music
I need y'all to turn it up and lemme know what you think
It's Lloyd called "Oakland" on Power 106

I was making Japanese
And she's watching DVDs
In Oakland, in Oakland
Now I'm driving up the 5
And she waits 'til I arrive
In Oakland, in Oakland
Everything that I wanted
Only gotta drive for the moment
Tell me "turn around," then I'm on it
For the moment, but you know me
You know how I get when I'm lonely
And I think about you in the moment
But everything you do is so Oakland, so Oakland

Foot on the gas
I'm just trying to pass
All the red lights
And the stop signs
I'm ready to go
Before I get to The Bay
Babe, that's a problem
'Cause I'm way too scared to call
And you might get me to stay, no

I don't really want to drive
But I think I'd rather die
In Oakland, in Oakland
With my hands on two and ten
So I guess it all depends
On Oakland, on Oakland
And I'm nervous, truth be told
I never saw me growing old
In Oakland, in Oakland
And if I married you tonight
It would probably start a riot
In Oakland, in Oakland

Everything that I needed
Now that I got you in your feelings
Everything you won't say, you tweet it
And a nigga don't like that shit at all
So retreating
Can we just roll with the feeling?
Can we just roll for a minute?
Wait a minute

Foot on the gas
I'm just tryna pass
All the red lights
And the stop signs
I'm ready to go
But I'm really not ready, girl
That's a problem
'Cause I'm way too scared to fall
And I know that you choose to stay, no

All the girlfriends saying, "Here we go again" (go again)
Rich kid but he act like a gentleman (gentleman)
Last one didn't end like it should've been (should've been)
Two dates and he still wanna get it in
And they're saying it's because of the Internet
Try once and it's on to the next chick
XO, the O face on your exes, right?
And we can do the same thing if you wanna have better
When your thoughts can't breathe and you thinking asthmatic
And you wanna be a mom and I wasn't mad at her
I was thinking 'bout me, I'd be really bad at it
'Cause I'm thinking 'bout me, weeks in Dubai
Fourth of July, house in Kauai, yeah, we can try
So let's try

(Talk, say some things)
(Say some things)
(Oh) whoa
(Oh) whoa

I took off my nine to five
But you still don't have the time to kiss me (just hit me)
And if I left you all alone, would you still pick up the phone?
It's iffy, you miss me
I got furniture to move, and we'll both be thirty soon
In Oakland, in Oakland
The only one I know is you, so the f*ck I'm supposed to do
In Oakland, in Oakland?

In Oakland, in Oakland
In Oakland, in Oakland
In Oakland, in Oakland
In Oakland, in Oakland
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Writer: Ludwig Emil Tomas Goransson, Donald Mckinley Glover, Rochelle Jordan
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IV. Sweatpants

(Okay)
Watching haters wonder why Gambino got the game locked (yeah)
Half-thai thickie, all she wanna do is bang cock
Got her hair done, French braids, now she A$AP
Bino so insensitive, she asking, "Why you say that?!"
I'm chillin', real nigga feeling
Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villain
Still spitting that cash flow, DJ Khaled
I got a penthouse on both coasts, pH balance
Real nigga, I rep those, why though? 'Cause I said so
Hip deep in the Pepto, I got five on her like Ben Folds
I got more tail than that PetCo, you faker than some Sweet'N Low (why)
Yeah, you got some silverware, but really are you eating though? (Yeah)
Are you eating though? Nigga, are you eating though?
Breakfast, lunch and dinner's for beginners, you ain't even know
Never catching cases, why they faces look so e-m-o?
Watch a hater hate me, wanna play me like a piano
My architect know Japanese, yo' girl, she jocking me
No hands like soccer teams and y'all f*ck boys like Socrates
You niggas ain't copping these, niggas ain't looking like me
Nah, I ain't checking I.D. But I bounce 'em with no problem
Tell 'em, Problem (problem)

I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (why)
I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (why)
I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (why)
Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villain

Don't be mad 'cause I'm doing me better than you doing you
Don't be mad 'cause I'm doing me better than you doing you
Don't be mad 'cause I'm doing me better than you doing you
Better than you doing you, f*ck it, what you gon' do? 9why)

Different color, my passport, Instagram my stack load
Hashtag my day wear and your girl drink my day care
And I'm born rich, life ain't fair (silver spoon coon, ho)
Ain't nobody sicker in my Fisker, "vroom, vroom," ho
Ain't nobody
Fiskers don't make noise when they start up just so you know

Top of the holy totem, ri-rich forever, a million was not the quota
My father owned half of MoMA and did it with no diploma
Year off, got no rules, tripping off of them toadstools
More green than my Whole Foods and I'm too fly, Jeff Goldblum
Got a glass house in the Palisades, that A-K-A
White hood, white hood, Oh 'kay, 'kay, 'kay,
Furniture custom, you shop at IKEA
So Maserati, you whippin' a Kia
Spending this money, it's longer than Nia
Live like a Coppola, me and Sofia
Waking up broke, man, wouldn't wanna be ya
Friends with the dope man, help a nigga re-up
Bring a girlfriend, man, trouble when I see her
Eh-eh, eh-eh, onomatopoeia, ohh, I got my cool on (tell 'em, mane)
I'm winning so they had to dump the Gatorade
And I don't give a f*ck about my family name

(Why)
Don't be mad 'cause I'm doing me better than you doing you
Don't be mad 'cause I'm doing me better than you doing you
Don't be mad 'cause I'm doing me better than you doing you
Better than you doing you, f*ck it, what you gon' do? (Why)
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Writer: Ludwig Emil Tomas Goransson, Donald Mckinley Glover, Jason Martin
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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V. 3005

No matter what you say or what you do
When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you
F*ck these other niggas, I'll be right by your side
'Til 3005, hold up

Okay, hold up, wait a minute, all good just a week ago
Crew at my house and we party every weekend so
On the radio, that's my favorite song
Made me bounce around, like I don't know, like I won't be here long
Now the thrill is gone
Got no patience, 'cause I'm not a doctor
Girl why is you lying? Girl why you Mufasa?
Yeah, mi casa su casa, gotta strip it like Gaza
Got so high off volcanoes, now the flow is so lava
Yeah, we spit that saliva, iPhone got message from Viber
Either the head is so hydra, or we let bygones be bygones
"My God, you pay for your friends?" I'll take that as a compliment
Got a house full of homies, why I feel so the opposite?
Incompetent ain't the half of it
Saturdays with young lavishes
Saddest shit, is I'm bad as it
Beans, they took from the cabinet (whoa)
Sorry, I'm just scared of the future
'Til 3005, I got your back, we can do this, hold up

No matter what you say or what you do
When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you
F*ck these other niggas, I'll be right by your side
'Til 3005, hol' up (hol' up)
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Hol' up (but you ain't)

No matter what you say or what you do
When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you
F*ck these other niggas, I'll be right by your side
'Til 3005, hol' up (hol' up)
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Hol' up (hol' up)

I used to care what people thought
But now I care more
Man nobody out here's got it figured out
So therefore, I've lost all hope of a happy ending
Depending on whether or not it's worth it
So insecure, no one's perfect
We spend it, with no shame
We blow that, like Coltrane
We in here, like Rogaine
Or leave it, like Cobain
And when I'm long gone, whole crew sing a swan song
'Cause we all just ticking time bombs
Got a Lambo like Lebron's mom
And no matter where all of my friends go
Emily, Fam, and Lorenzo
All of them people my kinfolk
At least I think so
Can't tell
'Cause when them checks clear, they're not here
'Cause they don't care
It's kinda sad, but I'm laughing whatever happens
Assassins are stabbed in the back of my cabin
Labrador yapping
I'm glad that it happened, I mean it
Between us, I think there's something special
And if I lose my mental, just hold my hand
Even if you don't understand, hold up

No matter what you say or what you do
When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you
F*ck these other niggas, I'll be right by your side
'Til 3005, hol' up (hol' up)
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Hol' up (but you ain't)

No matter what you say or what you do
When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you
F*ck these other niggas, I'll be right by your side
'Til 3005, hol' up (hol' up)
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up)
Hol' up (hol' up)

Hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up

We did it! Yay!
Nigga you so thirsty
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Writer: Donald Mckinley Glover, Ludwig Goransson, Stephen Eric Ponce
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Playing Around Before the Party Starts


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I The Party

We gon' have a party
All my friends will be there
We drink all the vodka
There's music everywhere
Now wait a minute (Wait a minute) do you like to party?
Cause if you don't, don't come over here
We got smoking (Blue dream)
Drinking (Cocaine)
F*cking
I wanna show you what it is

Thought I was done but that wasn't the case
Got a new stack that I threw in your face
Got a new girl and she look Mila Kunis
Infinity pool, and a statue that's Buddhist
Got bottles and bottles and bottles of Grino
Saw I was rich, now they f*ckin' with 'Bino
Brown leather bag, the vacation Messina
The boat in the harbor, I woo the marina
10K for the drinks, now they say I'm insane
It's been that for a minute, now Hedi Slimane
Been black, lucrative, since Danity Kane
Who came back for a minute, now everything changed
High as a kite, lime in the light
Y'all niggas might whine every night
I invite all these people to my motherf*ckin' house
Get the f*ck out of my house!
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Writer: DONALD MCKINLEY II GLOVER, LUDWIG EMIL TOMAS GORANSSON
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II No Exit

Don't go, gotta know
Please don't run away
I'm a murderer
What can I say?
Don't go, gotta know
Please don't run away
I'm a murderer
What does that change?

Can't sleep
3 A.M., stare at the ceilin', murder the feelin'
Spider crawl in the corner, brown recluse
So appropriate, cornucopia
So be it, say I'm over it
Playin' Lil Durk, "Dis Ain't What U Want"
Look at my feet, I put my sneakers in the trunk

Pass a Fatburger through Atwater
Laugh for a minute, couldn't cry for the life of me
Park by the bridge, sit on the hood, look at the cars
Stare at my hands, look at the moon, I can't find it, it's gone
What's wrong? Didn't respond when I texted you last night, you alright? Yeah

Don't go, gotta know
Please don't run away
I'm a murderer
What can I say?
Don't go, gotta know
Please don't run away
I'm a murderer
What does that change?

Man there's a star bound to a body inside of me
20 million degrees, burn a man to his knees
Late at night in a hurry bought a McFlurry and half of an apple pie
When I'm laughin', I'm satisfied, when I'm dyin', I'm still alive, strange position
I'm in a good mood so good I'mma kill that spider
Them kinda things they told me I no longer do that, but now you finally get it admit it
Go home, lock the door, watch cartoons for an hour turn off the lights, look at the recluse
Look at the recluse
Look at the recluse
Look at the rec

Don't go, gotta know
Please don't run away
I'm a murderer
What can I say?
Don't go, gotta know
Please don't run away
I'm a murderer
What does that change?

(Don't go, don't go, don't go)
(Don't go) Don't go
Don't go, don't go, don't go
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Writer: LUDWIG EMIL TOMAS GORANSSON, DONALD MCKINLEY GLOVER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Death By Numbers


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I. Flight of the Navigator

I had a dream
I had a dream I was flying over all of us
There were so many pretty people
So many pretty faces
I talked to some birds
I fell in love again
And none of this ever ended
Everything just kept going, and going and going
And even when you laughed, you cried
And even when you were sad you were really happy
Because you were here
And I got to meet every star, every planet
Everything that made me
And we all kissed
And became the same
We became the same
We became the same

Who would have thought this
We almost lost it
When you lie inside darkness, it's hard to see
And we sleep in tradition
Keep them off in the distance
To tell you that I haven't been

We are all
Cold water
Why try at all?
Why bother?
Just hold me close my darling
Just hold me close my darling
Just hold me close my darling
Just hold me close my darling

Who would have dreamed this?
You couldn't mean this
It would be some type of meanness to where you are
'Cause I don't know where to go
And no one else seems to know

We are all
Night's fallen
Why try at all?
Dark callin'

So we're left alone
No one left to call upon
Be still now, broken bones
As I travel on, just hold me close my darling
Just hold me close my darling, ooh-hoo
Hold me close my darling
Just hold me close my darling, ooh

So we're left alone
No one left to call upon
Be still now, broken bones
As I travel on, just hold me close my darling
Just hold me close my darling
Just hold me close my darling
Just hold me close my darling, ohh

Cold wa
Cold wa
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Writer: Ludwig Emil Tomas Goransson, Donald Mckinley Glover
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II. Zealots of Stockholm (Free Information)

When we were coming down they said it was too soon
I never had to lie no, no, no, no
We were coming down, they left us all alone
We're headed nowhere
I know you've been around
I feel you then and now, how are you?
Do you sleep? Are you with me?
We used to be unspoken
Now everything is broken
I'm a good son
You're a good son
You're a good son, ohh
You're a good son

Free information, free information
Free information, free information

Arlanda, hotel to the bar
Young girl with an accent with her back bent
Ass out to the whole world
We can vibe out for tonight
Stepping outside for a light
No coke, and I just smoke vapor, no papers
Slow poke and I don't know about photos
Let's go though
How old are you?
Saying that you never date older dudes
That's why I never wanna say no to you
The coldest dude to hold a groove with no kids
The coldest dude who can't hold his goose
I'ma walk out, wanna walk too?
What about dude? F*ck 'em
I just really wanna feel something

It took my like five minutes to figure out
Like where the voices memos were on the phone
But I figured it out

Is it real, 'cause you're online? (Free information, free information)
Is it real, 'cause you're online? (Free information, free information)
Is it real, 'cause you're online? (Free information, free information)
Is it real, 'cause you're online? (Free information, free information)

I'm a freaky bitch
I am 5 foot 8, 390
And I am a freaky bitch

Heathen
It's a struggle just to keep breathing
Existential asthmatic, puff, puff, pass addict
Craftmatic, making moves but they sleeping on me
We can kick it like it's FIFA, homie
Nevertheless, I got that fresh like it was Crest
Grind 'cause I'm stressed
TMJ or TMI, it's a lie that you're living
I never understood the hate on a nigga's preference
When every marriage is a same sex marriage
Same sex everyday, monotonous
Lost god never pray, forgotten us
Lost love, never say just like our parents
Too much power ain't enough power
Brain splattered like I've fallen off a Watchtower
Any anybody can walk into any Denny's
And wait until I'm walking in it with a gun that they 3D printed and I finish it
Kinison said if you gonna miss heaven
Why miss it by two inches?
Old money and new bitches (old money and new bitches)

Gettin' next level at a hotel
Ain't shit that we don't need nigga, oh well
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Writer: Ludwig Emil Tomas Goransson, Stephen Ponce, Donald Mckinley Glover
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III. Urn

I watch them all pass by
The moon and stars
Let me hold you in my arms, forevermore
These cold nights, the park is ours
Standing, by the side
Let you go on to the sea, just for me
Don't ever leave me, my love

Keep holding on
Let the modest go
As my mic goes to and fro
Waking up for one more show

We see him in the night
Tell him I'm not afraid of him
I'm not afraid of them
'Cause I won't know
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Writer: Ludwig Emil Tomas Goransson, Donald Mckinley Glover
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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I. Pink Toes

[Childish Gambino]
Rainbows, sunshine
Rainbows, sunshine
Rainbows, sunshine
Rainbows, sunshine

[Childish Gambino]
I thought I told you 'bout it
(Act like you know) [x3]
You don't leave home without it
(Move that kilo) [x3]
She on my back about it
(C3PO) [x3]
And all the time, ohh
(Act like you know) [x3]

[Childish Gambino]
How could you ever question? They know better to mention
The Budget truck ain't just enough to make her pay attention
The who, what, why, and where, they sport the flyest pairs
She got the nicest hair, and she know life is better with this liquor
It's crazy how the world look different
It's crazy how the girls look different
The colors and the sounds so vivid
You never catch your boy bo-bimbin'
Me sittin' on the sidewalk, now that don't sound right
But as long as I look fly by prom night, go

[Childish Gambino]

[Interlude]
Jhene Aiko's angelic harmonizing

[Jhene Aiko]
He slangs, his yay, through the corridors
Every day, 20 K, yep, at the very least for sure
And they say there's no way I should stay with someone like you
But I tell them no
There's no way I could stray, gotta stay with someone like you
Cause I know one day, you could take me away, far away
I know you could pay all the money you make
There'll be plenty of sunshine

[Outro]
I never worry 'bout it
(Act like you know) [x3]
I have my nigga count it
(Back up them O's) [x3]
She's dressed up in gold
Dressed up in gold
(C3PO) [x2]
I'm out of time
(Act like you know) [x3]
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II. Earth: The Oldest Computer (The Last Night)

[Childish Gambino]
See now I don't wanna see an era, an era, an era
See now I just wanna live forever, and ever
Maybe it's the last night [x2]

[Childish Gambino]
When the world was with this and that
I was young, didn't know to hold it back
Now we here and the world is something else
We could leave any day you call for help
We were gods, nobody was above me
That "A" on my chest like adultery
That "A" on my chest, put your fist up
That "A" on my chest like a chipmunk
Alvin, Theodore
Breathe in, breathe out, mi amor
Breathe in, breathe out, nevermind
It was time, number nine, lies
Feline with a deathwish
E-vite didn't help shit
No name on the guest list
Hold on, we're destined

[Azealia Banks]
See now I don't wanna see an era (an era) [x2]
See now I just wanna live forever
Maybe it's the last night [x4]

[Childish Gambino]
Yeah, break free from all of the insides
They godless, denied us
But we don't give a damn about the next day
We were never here, never know if the world change
Common sense, the consequences
Retweet the tweet then regret the mentions
We are the wireless survivors of things gone
Slaves to the unnamed, never live long
Live and die by the line, never know fear
Even I won't survive, is it unfair?
Is it unfair? Cause I don't care
When I step on that ant on the grass
Progress the only thing that will last
3005. The year that we fear, only God will survive
To be alone is alive

[Childish Gambino & Azealia Banks]

[Childish Gambino]
She got that body, oh me oh my
Send them pics to my phone, GPOY
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III. Life: The Biggest Troll [Andrew Auernheimer]

Man made the web, you don't need a name
Man made of faults, I ain't too ashamed
Every thought I had, put it in a box
Everybody see it just before the cops
Trolling, trolling, trolling these niggas
Rick Rolling these niggas, they mad cause they don't know any better
"Hold up, it's the kid, quick, tell him he can't sit with us"
F*ck it, got money, bought friends like I'm TBS
VVS, I can see it all with the clarity
Real-D, hope they dig a nigga before they bury me
Even though, we were told to go where they wouldn't go
Hella slow, that's that dial up, watch it pile up

Andrew Auernheimer
Pulling on her weave
It's that Andrew Auernheimer

Andrew Auernheimer
Pulling on her weave
It's that Andrew Auernheimer

Andrew Auernheimer
Pulling on her weave
It's that Andrew Auernheimer

Andrew Auernheimer
Pulling on her weave
It's that Andrew Auernheimer

We are the dreams of our parents lost in the future
Who hide the deepest desires and wear a mask like a lucha-
Door open, we were smoking in the hotel
The vapors went through the hallway, the manager pissed as hell
I mean where's the line between Donnie G and Gambino?
He hang with girls like he Lena, but needed some time to re up
Tequila in the cantina, 30 dollars I swallowed
The sauce was so malo then she said "you need to grow up
You been doing this for too long
That camp was a million years ago, sing me a different song"
Whether you're trolling or controlling, just a reminder
You think you get it, you don't, it's the Andrew Auernheimer
I'm gone - now I'm back
Give a f*ck or give 'em hell, just not a chance to react
Tyler Durden this burden, hurtin', they said there was curtains
Certain demise, look in his eyes, the pain inadvertent
I could've stayed where I was and have a life you'd be proud of
But I'd rather chase things never thought of
It was all love, saying "go hard"
Making dope, it's a trap, Ackbar backfired
Panic dreams, so it seems we're meant to die
I had to figure it out; "it's the best," no, that's a lie
Had to get some stuff off my chest, I vaporized
High on my own, it took time to realize
Because the internet, mistakes are forever
But if we f*ck up on this journey, at least we're together
Man, I wish I could go back and tell that kid it's make-believe
Make 'em believe in themselves, people who needed my help
Feelings I felt, keeling myself
No one's ever been this lost
I just get the information retweeted or say it sucks
I just got the motivation, your talent's just a bunch of luck
Hard work and dedication, but lately it's run amok
Waking up in these places I don't remember
Texts from people I never met, doors left open
(Who are you? Don't do it. Who are you?)
I don't know who I am anymore
Still on the beat though
Still in the game, but he moves with a cheat code
Slowest connection ever, my life inside a computer
Them bands that'll make 'em dance, my wallet's Lollapalooza
The violence, first-person shooter
First person to move, first person to speak
My mils aren't meek, they scream in the streets
Losing my frame of reference, these pieces are shit with breakfast
Funny the day you born that's really your death sentence
I met this girl at a dinner, we conversating
She beautiful in the face, but her voice is truly amazing
And plus she write her own shit, becoming so close knit
Smoke up and talking to eat, she helping me focus
No Anna Nicole Smith, she getting hers
Niggas taking props like a musical live and learn
She say she feel alone all the time, I'm similar
I meet her in my dreams on the moon, I visit her
Every night I text her "I wanna solve the world, I think I need your help"
She text me "how you gon' trust somebody when you don't trust yourself?"
I mean she right though, 45 like a light-bulb
And I could've died like my iPhone, but I kept going like a psycho
And I took chance like a dice roll, dropping jewels like it's puberty
Wrote a note on the glass, "you see what these labels do to me"
Texts said "I'm Wet", I said "hold up, wait up a minute"
H2O plus my D, that's the hood I'm living in it
Never forget this feeling, never gonna reach a million
Eventually all my followers realize they don't need a leader
Stay on your own shit, f*ck what these clones think
Just remember that you the shit, but act like it don't stink
We were childish but had to grow up
When you spitting real shit eventually you throw up
Realities like allergies, I'm afraid to go nuts
Life's the biggest troll but the joke is on us
Yeah, the joke's you showed up

You're here now. You have to help me
You have to help me
I need you. You have to help me
You have to help me
You have to help me
Please help me
Please help me
Please
Please help me
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Writer: Donald Glover, Ludwig Goransson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Because the Internet is the second studio album by American recording artist Donald Glover, under the stage name Childish Gambino. It was released on December 10, 2013, by Glassnote Records. The recording process began in 2012 and ended in October 2013. Recording primarily took place at a mansion owned by basketball player Chris Bosh, which Gambino rented. The album features guest appearances from Chance the Rapper, Jhené Aiko, and Azealia Banks, with production primarily handled by Gambino himself, Stefan Ponce, and Ludwig Göransson, among others.

Because the Internet was supported by four singles: "3005", "Crawl", "Sweatpants", and "Telegraph Ave.". Gambino also released a short film titled Clapping for the Wrong Reasons and a 72-page screenplay to go along with the album in promotion of it.

Because the Internet received generally positive reviews from critics. It also performed well commercially, debuting at number seven on the US Billboard 200 and number 12 on the Canadian Albums Chart. The album received a Grammy nomination for Best Rap Album. It was certified gold by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) in February 2016. As of November 2016, the album has sold 992,000 album-equivalent units in the United States.
Producer(s): Childish Gambino, Christian Rich, Ludwig Göransson, Pop Levi, Stefan Ponce, Thundercat
Length: 57:52
Released: December 10th, 2013
Year: 2013

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