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Crawl

Childish Gambino

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Crawl

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Where we were, kinda thingBetcha crawl, all aloneWho am I? Rec league, I ain't paying to ballY'all b-string like a broke guitarAnd I still put it down like the family dogYeah, I murder some, I murder oneExplain it all, fergusonWe ain't gotta sing the same old love songCut a white girl with the same black gloves onYeah, what you saying to it?Old money look, no money don't do itMake 'em turn around in their lane like a u-eyAnd I'm only looking back if I'm looking at her booty(At her booty) what's the rationale?They wanna smoke niggas when they black & mildSo we acting out (okay, cool)Where we were, kinda thingBetcha crawl, all alone(Blue dream by the bouquet 'til I'm blue-faced on a tuesday)Can I have some? #niggasbelikePut a 18 on a e-viteAnd I said what I felt, no re-writeNah nah, they can't hold meJune july, drop somethingI double dare you, I'm marc summersI scorch winters, I burn autumnsGut niggas, so kurt vonneElle varner, got a crush on herI gotta wait in line for thatAin't nobody got time for thatAin't nobody gotta rhyme with thatToo true like it's 2 chainzBlue blood like he both gangs
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