Childish Gambino - I. The Crawl lyrics

Where we were, kinda thing Betchya cry, all alone Where we were, kinda thing Betchya cry, all alone Where we were, kinda thing Betchya cry, all alone Where we were, kinda thing Betchya cry, all alone Rec League, I ain't handball 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 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 booty) So ratchet now They wanna smoke n***as, but they Black & Mild So we opted out Ok cool Where we were, kinda thing Betchya cry, all alone Where we were, kinda thing Betchya cry, all alone Where we were, kinda thing Betchya cry, all alone Where we were, kinda thing Betchya cry, all alone Blue drink by the bouquet Till I'm blue faced on a Tuesday (Can I have some?) #n***asBeLike 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 scortch women, I burn autumns Gut n***as, so Kurt Vonne Elle Varner, I 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 Wolf Gang Where we were, kinda thing Betchya cry, all alone Where we were, kinda thing Betchya cry, all alone Where we were, kinda thing Betchya cry, all alone Where we were, kinda thing Betchya cry, all alone Where we were, kinda thing Betchya cry, all alone Where we were, kinda thing Betchya cry, all alone