Childish Gambino - Toronto Listening Party Track lyrics

[Hook] Where we were kinda thing Betchya thought I'm alone (x3) [Verse 1] Reck lee, I ain't paintball 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 n***a coming round in they lane like a Huey And I'm only looking back if I'm looking at her booty (At her Boooty) So ratchet now, they wanna smoke a n***as but they Black & Mild So we opted out Ok cool [Hook] [Verse 2] Blue drink by the bouquet 'til I'm blue faced on a Tuesday (Can I have some?) Pa**ed out, n***as be like Put a plus eighteen on that e-vite And I said what I felt, no re-write Nah nah, they can't hold me Shrooms a lot, drop something I double dare you, I'm Marc Summers I scortch women, I'm turnt up Gut n***as, so curb balling (?) got a crush on him I gotta wait in line for that Ain't nobody got time for that Ain't nobody gotta ryhme with that Too true like 2 Chainz Blue blood like Wolf Gang