Artist: Childish Gambino Album: Royalty Song: Shoulda Known Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Chorus 2X: Childish Gambino] One love, you can let it out You can let it out, you can let it out Cause, I shoulda known, I shoulda knownnnn Shoulda known, I shoulda knownnnn [Childish Gambino] 'Bino, I'm so for real-o, +Green+ like I'm Cee-Lo Hangin out with Kilo, Kish, smokin on that Keisha I'ma need that Visa, I'm workin on everything that I'm touchin man I'm bustin two white Russians drinkin themselves but it still ain't nothin yo It's Eastside if you can't tell, North Decatur and Glendale So fuck y'all, all y'all, if y'all don't like me, good~! Put that on my partner man I wish a nigga, would I'm sayin we ain't playin man I hope that's under-stood I'm in my zone though, fuckin 'round with that four-oh Eatin my mama's salmon but skippin on the risotto Girl said that she need the follows, tweet her and she'll do any Man, I'm tryin to stay off, readin 'em makes me angry On the back on the tour bus, recordin the two of us Stacks at that Apple store, man this ballin is new to us Tryin to make amends, bailin on all my friends Niggaz went to the club, sent a beat to Gucci instead Man I'm feelin right, my nigga Fam yellin "Don't stop" And half my crew is always faded on some lowtop Stopped drinkin for the most part My only vices all our pictures on my laptop You screamin at me sayin, "I ain't what you really want" Christina's parents, baby all I make is +Milians+ We got the shows, we GOT the paper, but I want respect So tell them haters we ain't quittin yet Let 'em know [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Childish Gambino] One love, the thing that hasn't changed My parents lost their job, it's so cold in the A Now that I'm 1%, I send most of it home I wanna stunt but she need to pay off her student loans And everybody saying, "Get it while you hittin man We want them harder beats, that 808, you slippin man" Dude is so stupid, poppin anything they hand me All that parking lot, pimpin, politickin in Miami In that home of the D where they sell that cake batter Heard a voice in the back, hate from all the fake rappers that I - I shitted on, shitted onnnn I shitted on, shitted onnnn Rap your soul dude, let the mic blaze Show 'em A-Town, Eastside, all day I put it on, I put it onnnn I put it on, I put it onnnn Life is somethin IMAX, film is at a climax I ain't even started - was it stupid I departed? Man probably; but now we do the things we always wanted I'm proud of me, cause I am undoubtedly a force to be reckoned with, please somebody cum laude me Graduated, anticipated the hatred and doubted me Not a prodigy, just a hard worker from the Dean's List When most these rappers doin "sew-sew" like a seamstress Jesus, ay, ay [Chorus] - repeat 2X w/ ad libs