Make sure to listen cause it doesn’t sound right unless he’s rapping it.
[Verse 3: Childish Gambino]
Swag
You think that I keep fucking other girls, you know I’m not
Come back to me like hipsters to Blogspot
Let me kiss you on your neck and make your heart stop
I’ll give your new dude a fat lip: Pharcyde
I wrote another song, I’m not where I belong
My eyes water when I see hers: catalogue
I never thought you were a cheater, that was all
I need to get ahold of my head: jacking off
You ran back to them girly-ass indie dudes
James Perse cardigans, scuffed-up tennis shoes
Wow, girl, that’s what you really wanted, huh?
A Michael Cera knockoff, I guess I wasn’t white enough
You said I wasn’t capable of loving you, I never was
A twenty-something nigga touring the world with hella buzz
I’m saying that my life’s swell: cortizone
Fuck Macaulay Culkin, never going home alone
IPhone photos, show ‘em just to mock you
Read your Twitter messages, too proud to block you
Spread shit around, “You know that his glasses fake”
That’s why I’m dating girls now whose asses ain’t
“Damn, Donald, why you gotta be so mean?”
I’m a nice guy, that’s why you broke up with me
You probably in the club dancing to this right now
Play it cool, text me when you walk out
