Childish Gambino - This Way Up (Twistclip Loop) lyrics

[Intro: Childish Gambino] We do it We do it We do it Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Childish Gambino] k** ‘em That's what I hear when I get a hot feel In my nostrils In my forehead As I code red You'd be more dead Than a horse head In a four bedroom apartment Bloggers that'll start sh** You wanna criticize me Just so you can drink green tea With Lykke Li at a speakeasy? Wearin' some American Apparel While you're starin' at a Tim and Eric DVD, uh Can't get enough Crime Mob sh**, knuck if you buck Celibate girls do stuff in the bu*t Get it out with a Q-tip or some Müeslix I'm a eunuch just ‘cause I can't give a f** Kiss her on the neck while she's bu*tonin' up Uh and my pants down It's funny how when I put Camp out They gotta camp out Better than half of all rap that you have on your laptop At your dad's house, hands down Fake n***as say “you the man now” Got a DJ like Roseanne's house Sam go hard like a handjob, n***a Yeah, Childish don't go hard, what Now everybody wanna f** with me, s*ut The flow is too sick Got them white boy clothes and that black dude dick, uh Now I understand why you gotta hate a n***a East side, Stone Mountain-Decatur, n***a Y'all n***as lame, I'm fly as hell ‘Cause I'm f**in' lame, and I don't even care