Childish Gambino

Toronto Listening Party Track

Where we were kinda thing

Betcha thought I'm alone

Reck lee, I ain't paintball

Y'all be string like a broke guitar

And it's still pretty 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 a niggas but they Black & Mild

So we opted out

Ok cool

Blue drink by the bouquet 'til I'm blue faced on a Tuesday

(Can I have some?)

Passed out, niggas be like

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

...got a crush on him

I gotta wait in line for that

Ain't nobody got time for that

Ain't nobody gotta ryhme with that

Too true like 2 Chainz

Blue blood like Wolf Gang