[Verse 1: Childish Gambino] Used to push a skateboard, now I got a Beemer Pockets steady drowning, haven't heard from FEMA None of it's from rapping, so I guess this is my hobby But I'm selling out these venues so these labels tryna sign me Being broke is so behind me even though I try to keep it real Like these girls with small tits when n***as cop a feel Yes I'm on their heels when it comes to spitting syllables b**hes are a dime a dozen, girls are individuals "Childish Gambino is the lamest f**er," how you figure? Whitest dude you ever met but ain't afraid of saying "n***a" Yes these f**s are talking 'bout their money like I give a f** When they know they can't afford like they need a truck Rolling outta bed to write a screenplay, leave her naked I need a girl who makes her own cake, Anita Baker I'm breaking up with girls who don't like my ambition When their clothes are from my wallet, and their food is in my kitchen [Hook] I remember the good times And I remember the bad After all the craziness we've been through From the beginning I'm moving on This is goodbye [Verse 2: Childish Gambino] A promise is a promise, man My work has taken over me, I am not proud of it It's hard to keep a normal life when you are more than normal I write a song and sleep for two hours, a rare disorder These girls are f**ing up They tell me come to bed while I'll be up just writing stuff Pussies need the Black Keys, y'all need to tighten up My luxuries outweigh my problems, catch my sh** and be my condom Ladies holler that's a joke y'all need to lighten up Yes I stay fly and well read like a cardinal f**ing girls from TV show's, my DVR is on the pill Sometimes they use the ring, I am Gollum in this motherf**er Fresh Prince a n***a, man call me when you know another Searching for the perfect girl ain't working, I found nothing yet Kinda wanna settle down, don't think that I'm done f**ing yet So let me write these verses, and stay up late at night I don't think you can keep up with my life, ight? [Hook](x2)