Artist: Childish Gambino Album: Because the Internet Song: I. The Crawl Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus] Where we were both kinda thing Betchya cry, all alone Where we were both kinda thing Betchya cry, all alone Where we were both kinda thing Betchya cry, all alone [Verse 1] Rec League, I ain't handball 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 Nigga 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 niggas, but they Black & Mild So we opted out Ok cool [Chorus] [Verse 2] Blue drink 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 Shrooms a lot, drop something I double dare you, I'm Marc Summers I scortch women, I'm turnt up Gut niggas, so curb balling Elle Varner got a crush on him 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 [Chorus]