This Way Up (Twistclip Loop) lyrics

[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 sh*t
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 sh*t, 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 f*ck
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 n*ggas say “you the man now”
Got a DJ like Roseanne’s house
Sam go hard like a handjob, n*gga
Yeah, Childish don’t go hard, what
Now everybody wanna f*ck with me, sl*t
The flow is too sick
Got them white boy clothes and that black dude di*k, uh
Now I understand why you gotta hate a n*gga
East side, Stone Mountain-Decatur, n*gga
Y’all n*ggas lame, I’m fly as hell
‘Cause I’m f*ckin’ lame, and I don’t even care