Childish Gambino — This Way Up Twistclip Loop

[Intro: Childish Gambino] We do it We do it We do it Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Childish Gambino] Kill ‘em That’s what I hear when I get a hot feel In my nostrils In my forehead As I code red You’d be more dead Than a horse head In a four bedroom apartment Bloggers that’ll start shit You wanna criticize me Just so you can drink green tea With Lykke Li at a speakeasy? Wearin’ some American Apparel While you’re starin’ at a Tim and Eric DVD, uh Can’t get enough Crime Mob Shit, knuck if you buck Celibate girls do stuff in the butt Get it out with a Q-tip or some Müeslix I’m a eunuch just ‘cause I can’t give a fuck Kiss her on the neck while she’s buttonin’ up Uh and my pants down It’s funny how when I put Camp out They gotta camp out Better than half of all rap that you have on your laptop At your dad’s house, hands down Fake niggas say “you the man now” Got a DJ like Roseanne’s house Sam go hard like a handjob, nigga Yeah, Childish don’t go hard, what Now everybody wanna fuck with me, slut The flow is too sick Got them white boy clothes and that black dude dick, uh Now I understand why you gotta hate a nigga East side, Stone Mountain-Decatur, nigga Y’all niggas lame, I’m fly as hell ‘Cause I’m fuckin’ lame, and I don’t even care