Artist: Childish Gambino f/ Kilo Kish Album: Royalty Song: Make It Go Right Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Kilo Kish] Umm, okay Yea, can do Uhh, where is this song in my Blackberry? Yea, yea Okay cool [Kilo Kish] Okay, as my mind runs lickin cotton candy lipstick You're right here in my room, yeah I wished it Candlelight vigil for the one you're texting Pink sweatpants - hmm, interesting No need, don't explain to me, love Cause I know how you deal but I could see us in a different way, don't play me cause we're not the same Sign on, sees your screename and misbehave So you're a +Playboy+, you think you're Heff kid? Hoppin 'round town with the bunnies when I'm the candy that you need, brush your sweet tooth Heard you got it put replaced with a statue A Veneer, I hear she's just swell If you wanna date a rock, you think I can't tell? So you're bored? Are you lost? Was it worthwhile? I feel the ice-cold chill in her warm smile Saw you last night, you didn't have to act foul Come and sweep me from the background Feel my palms heat up on your chest now As the night creeps, into bedtime vows Married in a white t-shirt, best out Still you know that I'm the best route You deserve what you get It's called respect, you ever heard of it? [Chorus: Kilo Kish + Childish Gambino] I know what you're missin in your new life I can find a way to make it go right Make it go right, make it go right... I know what you're missin in your new life I can fly away and make it go right It go, it go It go, it go [Childish Gambino] When I'm alone in my room, sometimes I stare at the wall And in the back of my mind, I hear my conscience call I used to front somethin stupid, now I'm makin them wait Except for you mama, I'm ready, I don't wanna be late Never hesitate, you know it, petty cash, we blow it Excuse me for imperfect; them halfway looks is worth it I watched these niggaz lurkin, they just want my leftovers Watch 'em locked up all day and slept over Put your-put your hair back, afro (afro) Skippin after-parties at the last show I'ma hold your hand in Little Tokyo And tell you somethin in your ear that you shouldn't know Two jumps, but the feelin was so gone High school swag, busy fuckin with clothes on Lost a couple words, joke around the reason You can wear my shirt, pretend to let you win that FIFA There was nothin like it, settle down You always hit me when my boo around It's a long walk, we ain't talkin though That ratchet hoe on lock-n-load, I appreciate the offer though I'ma do it right, but later though Cause either way you're gonna hate me like you say you won't Thank God for that It's called regret, you ever heard of it? [Chorus] - 2X