"I. Crawl" lyrics - CHILDISH GAMBINO

Where we were, kinda thing
Betchya cry, all alone
Where we were, kinda thing
Betchya cry, all alone
Where we were, kinda thing
Betchya cry, all alone
Where we were, kinda thing
Betchya cry, all alone

Rec League, I ain't handball
Y'all B-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

Where we were, kinda thing
Betchya cry, all alone
Where we were, kinda thing
Betchya cry, all alone
Where we were, kinda thing
Betchya cry, all alone
Where we were, kinda thing
Betchya cry, all alone

Blue drink by the bouquet
Till 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
June / July, drop something
I double dare you, I'm Marc Summers

I scortch women, I burn autumns
Gut niggas, so Kurt Vonne
Elle Varner, I got a crush on her
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 he both gangs.

Where we were, kinda thing
Betchya cry, all alone
Where we were, kinda thing
Betchya cry, all alone
Where we were, kinda thing
Betchya cry, all alone
Where we were, kinda thing
Betchya cry, all alone

Where we were, kinda thing
Betchya cry, all alone
Where we were, kinda thing
Betchya cry, all alone