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Childish Gambino - 03.15.20 Album Lyrics



Childish Gambino - 03.15.20 Lyrics






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We are, we are, we are

We are, we are, we are

We are, we are, we are

We are, we are, we are

We are, we are, we are

We are, we are, we are
We are, we are, we are

We are, we are, we are
We are, we are, we are
We are, we are, we are
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Writer: Donald Glover, Denise Renee, James Francies Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Algorhythm

As we stand together
Promise me
That we'll teach the children
That we must be free
There is no joy in sorrow
No truth untold
And the cruel among us
Are tired and old
Mother, infinity
Why do you go away from me?
Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh-ahh
Can you feel me?
Do you see me?
Ohh
A voice keeps on telling me
That we got to be, that we have to be
Free

Super computer status
Walking along streets
Everyone is an addict
Know what its gon' be
What was the motivation?
Constant communication
Everybody wanna get chose like Moses
Came out mother earth smelling like roses
Summon the new edition, made it way too efficient
Made us the guinea pig, I did it with no permission
I told him to call a friend
Didn't tell him to listen
To very scary, to binary
Zero and one
That code is like
My cousin [?]
I dream in color, not black and white
You sell your daughter on that data stream
'Cause you don't want me making hits, huh?
Humans don't understand
Humans gon' sell a lie
'Cause humans gotta survive
We know we gon' die
Nothing can live forever, you know we gon' try
Life isn't really worth it, the algorythm is perfect

Everybody move your body, now do it
Here is something that's gonna make you move and groove
(Please don't lose that tempo)
Algorythm
(Moving how they say so)
Algorythm

We done solved everything
Y'all might as well put your hands together
You might as well lift them too
Come on

Step, step, slide, slide, move your body from side to side
Clap your hands, don't stop the vibe
Just keep moving, you might survive
Pressure is to evolve
Took a bite of the apple
We crushing it to its sauce
How do we know the cost?
How do we know the truth when our feeling just could be false?
Freedom of being wrong
Freedom of being lost
We don't have to wait a minute (Wait a minute)
Feeling like a devil did it (Devil did it)
Oh lord, I'ma step to it (Step to it)
Do it from behind if you can't do it
Ooh you eating good over here? (Yeah!)
Is you eating good over there? (No!)
Feeling on the move do I care?
Looking for something worth it, the algorythm is perfect

Everybody move your body, now do it
Here is something that's gonna make you move and groove
(Please don't lose that tempo)
Algorythm
(Moving how they say so)
Algorythm
Everybody move your body, now do it
Here is something that's gonna make you move and groove
Algorythm, Algorythm

Algorythm, can you hear me?
Do you love me?
Can you hear me out?
Can you help me out?
Say hell yeah (hell yeah)
Say hell yeah (hell yeah)
Say hell yeah (hell yeah)
Say hell yeah (hell yeah)
Say hell yeah (hell yeah)
Say hell yeah (hell yeah)
Say hell yeah (hell yeah)

I've been waiting
I've been waiting
I've been waiting
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Woo, ahh
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Writer: Donald Glover
Copyright: Lyrics © CYPMP






Time

Seven billion people
Tryna free themselves
Said a billion prayers
Tryna save myself
I can see it coming
But it's moving fast

Been through a hurricane
With the sunroof down
Dancing with no pain
We wait to see the sunrise
It's a holiday, hey
When you're around (when you're around)
Breathe of fresh air, like a cold winter breeze
And I can feel it slow down, oh

Maybe all the stars in the night are really dreams
Maybe this whole world ain't exactly what it seems
Maybe the sky will fall down on tomorrow
But one thing's for certain, baby
We're running out of time (time)
Oh, time (time), time, yeah

Running after something
But I don't know what
Am I running to
Too afraid to stop
Hundred miles an hour
With no seat belt on
Time is everlasting
I can't wait that long

Maybe all the stars in the night are really dreams (all the stars)
Maybe this whole world ain't exactly what it seems (this whole world)
Maybe the sky will fall down on tomorrow
But one thing's for certain, baby
We're running out of time

My feet are falling to the bottom of the ocean
Running out of time, out of time, uh, oh yeah
High on motion, I can feel it moving forward
Running out of time, running out (out of time)
Running out (out of time), running out of time (out of time, time)

Do you feel? Make me feel it
Make me feel it
Ooh, yeah, hey

Maybe all the stars in the night are really dreams (all the stars)
Maybe this whole world ain't exactly what it seems (this whole world)
Maybe the skies will fall down on tomorrow
But one thing's for certain, baby
We're running out of time

(Time)
(Time)
Uh
It's about power (time)
All about power (time)
Oh, I'm in time
I'm just tryna feel it (time)
Get a little bit stronger
Gotta go all out (time)
A nigga gon' ball out
Try not to fall out
Tryna be better
Gotta get better (time)
Too many pressure
Nigga need pressure
People need pressure

Running out of time
We're running
Running out of time
We're running
Running out of time
We're running
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Writer: Dacoury Dahi Natche, Donald McKinley Glover II, Ludwig Emil Tomas Goransson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






12.38

Uh
Someone made a mess in my account (someone sound like me, yes)
Someone bought a Patek in a panic (yes, yes)
Forty Bentley addict, I go manic (oh no)
Hit the oochie-coochie 'til it's slanted, ooh
I'm gon' beat it up, ooh, baby
I'm gon' make your dreams come, baby
Ayy, you the one who talkin' all that trash (you the one who talkin' all that trash)
Forty-five, I'll twenty-eight that ass (ooh)
You can set the snow on fire (yeah, ooh)
You smell like a peach papaya
She said, "eat this psilocybin, I'ma be right back"
I'm like, "aight" (aight)
"Ayy, I don't know what psilocybin is" (no)
"This better not be no molly"
She just laughed and closed the door
Dark chocolate, sea salt
I took a bite
She said, "we gon' have a special night"
I said, "who you telling, girl? I know that"
Tracee Ellis with it when you throw back (ooh, yeah)
Girl, I see your (shadow move)
Ooh, you're so divine (yes, you are)
And them panties came off (ooh, yes they did)
I'ma give you some privacy (uh)
Pictures with your stepsisters (hmm)
N. K. Jemisin with you, uh
Got the All About Love, on some bell hooks
Then I turned to a dirty look, uh (meow)
Ayy, why your cat lookin' at me sideways?
"Sing to her"
I said, "nah, I'll put on the radio though"
(I might let you go)
Lay back on my back (uh), vibrate
My ex on some BS
She walked out the closet
Girl, never write a check I can't deposit
She said, "boy, stop, let's go walkin'" (let's go walkin')
"You wanna be outside for this"
We just talkin'
Dogpark looking like a Trader Joe's (roof, roof)
Papillon, mmh, thought you hated those
Other girls, uh, let they shady show
Every time we walk around
They say, "how she gonna hold him down?" No
They don't know what they missing
Most these niggas wanna run around with these SZAs (yeah)
I prefer to just stroll the park with this Chaka
Baby girl was just diggin' all in my pockets (all in my pockets)
I was going hard (by the magic hour)
We were holdin' hands, tried to make me understand (yeah)
Make girls fall in love, that's my (magic power), yes
Everybody's jealous I won't ease it with these colors
Ooh, I wanna see it in the moonlight
Yellow, red, orange robe, askin' for donation (oh)
I'm not a tourist, nigga, this is not vacation
(I am not a tourist, nigga, this is not vacation)
Vibrate
Goddamn, man, this girl goin' crazy on my Motorola
She said, "let me answer it" (let me answer)
Then she'll know it's over (ooh)
Girl, you cancerous, you gon' ruin my life
Let me get this paperweight, then come be my wife
She just laughed and touched my face (what you mean?)
You don't understand what this is (oh wait, wait, wait, wait)
I ain't lookin' for another lifetime
Let's just stay here and enjoy the great design
Had the Iceberg tucked in my waist (bling)
F*ck a omelet, you can eat off my face (no)
I just thought that we were vibin'
You don't love her, then you lyin'
Come and go and you get tulips
Put a finger to my two lips (it's okay)
Ooh, you got it bad, just remember what we had
You can set the snow on fire
The reason that your suffer is desire (huh)
The reason that I'm moving with this ooh-wee
I was lovin' life, I got too deep (I was too deep)
Woke up in my room, she was long gone
Toni singing me another sad song (ooh)
Eternity
Oh, until we meet again

This ain't special, tell me what you want
This ain't special, baby, this is fun
This ain't special, tell me what you want
This ain't special, baby, this is fun

Drop it off (21), let me see if your booty soft
Gold mouth (hold up, hold up), yes, I'm from the Dirty South
Lights out (straight up), summertime, I brought the ice out (21)
Pipes out (on God), all my shooters came from moscow
Got a girl in Harvard, I talk proper when I call her (21)
Baby, I'm a baller, ain't no way that I can rob ya (straight up)
She don't want no new friends, she just tryna buy her a new Benz (on God)
I've been counting M's, me and Ben Franklin damn near kin (on God)
Put my mind to it and I did it, them facts (21)
Talkin' 'bout your brother to get some pussy, that's wack (straight up)
The police keep harassin' 'cause I'm rich and I'm black (straight up)
They mad 'cause I made myself a boss without crack (on God)
I ain't trippin', boy, I'm Lamborghini whippin' (21, 21)
Straight up out the trenches, money made me ign'ant (it did)
I'm on a private jet eatin' Popeyes Chicken (21)
I be flexin' like I'm eatin' Popeye's spinach (21, 21, 21)

Morning dew
Percolating and still have a little time for Sunday, ooh
(So baby, let's take it back to the crib)
(Back to the, back, back to the)

Baby, I might let you go
Babe, baby, no matter what
And like I switch the other side of me
Baby got a whole lotta ride on me
Babe, baby, let's take it back to crib
Back, back to the crib
Back, back to the, babe
I might let you go
Baby, baby, no matter what
And I can, I can, I can, I can
To the crib
Back to the crib, back to the
And no one seen them
Baby, I, baby, baby, I
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Writer: Atia Boggs, Dacoury Natche, Donald Glover II, Kadhja Bonet, She'yaa Abraham-Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






19.10

Ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me tell you something true

I remember back when I was six years old
Daddy said "the world's so cold"
"There is something that you should know", uh
"You're so gorgeous", thank you daddy
"Nothing's really worth your time"
"But someday soon you just might find"
"The truth about the world's design", oh

To be beautiful is to be hunted
I can't change the truth, I can't get you used to this
No, no, no, no, yeah, yeah, yeah
To be beautiful is to be hunted
I can't change the truth, I can't get you used to this
And I know that, yeah

Now remember
You do what the hell you want
But someone's gonna smell your funk
You're exactly what they want (truth)
To be happy
Really means that someone else ain't
And balance ain't a one-food plate
Everything is give and take, oh oh

To be beautiful is to be hunted
I can't change your truth, I can't get you used to this
To be beautiful is to be hunted
I can't change the truth, I can't get you used to this
And I know

Go' do it like this, OK
Shoulder shake, whoa (oh no)
Do it in and out, ayy, ayy

To be beautiful is to be hunted
I can't change the truth, I can't get you used to this
Can't get you used to this, no no no no
To be beautiful is to be hunted
I can't change the truth, I can't get you used to this
Ooh, give it to me now
Bring the strings back

To be beautiful is to be hunted
We are beautiful, yeah
That's so beautiful
That's so beautiful
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Writer: Donald Glover, Dacoury Natche, Ludwig Goransson, Chukwudi Hodge, Kurtis McKenzie, James Francies Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






24.19

Sweet thing, you moved to Southern California
Sweet thing, you do just what your parents told you
Sweet thing, your're watching Parks and Rec alone
Sweet thing, you sweet thing
Sweet thing, you'll end up being someone better
Sweet thing, but I can only be myself
Sweet thing, you'll still believe in fairy tales
Sweet thing, you sweet thing

You take me to the fair
But I don't really care
You wouldn't change a hair
Sometimes I wonder why you love me
But you love me
I always make you cry
No matter how I try
Sometimes I wonder why
Why would you ever want to love me?
Must you love me? Oh

Sweet thing, you made me chicken, rice and beans
Sweet thing, you're just as sweet as you can be
Sweet thing, if you wanna be happy, don't look at my phone
Sweet thing, my sweet thing
Sweet thing, you friend is always acting strank
Sweet thing, you wanna hold me but you can't
Sweet thing, you always eating off my food
Sweet thing, my sweet thing

Ain't got no pictures on my feed
Gucci jacket smell like weed, ooh
Rubbing my head while we're both sleeping
Feel like I'm cheating on myself
But it feels so good
I wanna tell you something
Something I've never said before
I just wanna say

Thank you (oh, yeah)
'Cause I love you
I wanna say thank you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, 'cause I love you
Ooh, yeah
I said thank you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Thank you
I said thank you

Thank you for showing me
What love can be (I love you)

Thank you
Your love is a mountain, I admire
I admire

Oh, I wanna say thank you
I love you
And I love you, yes I do
I said thank you
Thank you for children
Thank you for love
I just wanna thank you
I just wanna say it, I just wanna say it
I cannot find, I cannot find
Losin' my mind, losin' my mind
Oh no
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Writer: Carlos Los Hendrix Munoz, Dacoury Natche, Donald Glover, James Francies Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






32.22

I got them feelings bad, hey
Most them bones goin' bad, ayy
I got them bones, bones me
Feel so bonafide, ayy
You got them feelings up on me
On me and up in front of me
And his mama's on fire
Man, your mama don't ride
I'm a funky motherf*cker, man
Don't f*cking call me
When you don't wan' talk to me
I been the man, don't fire me
Boom, boom, shooting
Things I'm gon' do
Everything all bad
Things ain't all bad

Fire, pick it up
Pick it up, fire, fire, fire, hey, hey (woo)
Fire, fire, fire (hey, hey, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Ayy, fire (whoa, whoa, whoa), fire, fire, fire, ayy
Firelight, are you ready? (Uh)
Billie Jean is on fire, Billie Jean is on fire
Billie Jean is on fire, Billie Jean is on fire
Billie Jean is on fire
Pick it up, jump, ayy, pick it up, jump
Pick it up, jump (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Pick it up, jump (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Pick it up, jump (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Pick it up, jump (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Pick it up, jump (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Firelight, are you ready?

He got the, he got the warlords
He got, are you ready?
Firelight, got it, warlords
Pick it up, no, pick it up
Firelight gonna clean it up
Firelight's goin' way up
Red light's on fire

Pick it up, jump (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Pick it up, jump (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Pick it up, jump (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Pick it up, jump (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Pick it up, jump (woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Pick it up, jump (woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Pick it up, jump (woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Pick it up, jump (woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Yeah (huh), yeah (huh)
Woo, woo, woo, woo

Kick it, yeah
Proud, ain't it, they gon hate us, though
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Yeah, so sweet
More fire, more fire
Woo (ooh, ah)

Ayy, yup, ayy, yup
Ayy-ayy, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yup, ayy, yup
Ayy-ayy, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yup, ayy, yup
Ayy-ayy, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yup, ayy, yup
Ayy-ayy, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yup, ayy, yup
Ayy-ayy, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yup, ayy, yup
Ayy-ayy, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yup, ayy, yup
Ayy-ayy, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yup, ayy, yup
Ayy-ayy, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yup, ayy, yup
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Writer: Donald Glover, Dacoury Natche, Ludwig Goransson, Kurtis McKenzie, Chkwudi Hodge
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






35.31

Little Foot, Big Foot, get out the way
I'ma show y'all how to move this yay
I'ma show y'all how to move like this
I'ma show y'all that a move ain't, woo
Little Foot, Big Foot, get out the way
I'ma show y'all how to move this yay
I'ma show y'all how to move like this
I'ma show y'all that a move ain't, woo

Little Foot, Big Foot, get out the way
Busting out bales I've been busting all day
Busting out bales, we were selling that hay
We been' movin' that snow, I was riding that sleigh
Double cup C's had to put them in the safe
Got the semi on deck, .45, AK
Servin' up fiend, I remember that J
Brought his daughter to the house, I was cryin' all day
L's rolled up and I'm packing that heat
12 roll up and I'm slapping them feet
We was only sixteen, he was looking at three
Now we looking at life, pray to God he don't speak
Water drip rich, so we gave 'em that leak
Bales got my baby mama nails on fleek
I was seven years old, daddy thrown in the clink
Said "life ain't fair, everybody gon' cheat"

Little Foot, Big Foot, get out the way
I'ma show y'all how to move this yay
I'ma show y'all how to move like this
I'ma show y'all that a move ain't, woo
Little Foot, Big Foot, get out the way
I'ma show y'all how to move this yay
I'ma show y'all how to move like this
I'ma show y'all that a move ain't, woo woo

Chicken coupe, chicken soup, I got the wave
Move so smooth like butter, like shea
Crime don't pay, I ain't heard what they say
Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ayy
Cotton ball white like hen house floors
Could've been broke, this the life I chose
They was in school, I was stirrin' that pot
Daddy couldn't come, home I was taking that spot
Life move fast, like a movie, so quick
Dark-skinned beauty got a booty so thick
She a down-home chick, she'll hit that lick
Had to drop my old girl, 'cause she think that she slick
I ain't seen him in a minute, so I think he might flip
Had to hit him with the stick, man you niggas ain't, woo
If I couldn't move bricks I don't know what I'd do
I ain't worry 'bout mine, we can worry 'bout you

Little Foot, Big Foot, get out the way
I'ma show y'all how to move this yay
I'ma show y'all how to move like this
I'ma show y'all that a move ain't, woo
Little Foot, Big Foot, get out the way
I'ma show y'all how to move this yay
I'ma show y'all how to move like this
I'ma show y'all that a move ain't, woo

(One, two, one two three)
Little Foot, Big Foot, get out the way (hey)
I'ma show y'all how to move this way (hey)
I'ma show y'all how to move like this
I'ma show y'all that a move ain't, woo
Little Foot, Big Foot, get out the way (hey)
I'ma show y'all how to move this way (hey)
I'ma show y'all how to move like this
I'ma show y'all that a move ain't, woo

Little Foot, Big Foot, get out the way
I'ma show y'all how to move this yay
I'ma show y'all how to move like this
I'ma show y'all that a move ain't, woo
Little Foot, Big Foot, get out the way
I'ma show y'all how to move this yay
I'ma show y'all how to move like this
I'ma show y'all that a move ain't, woo

Little Foot, Big Foot, get out the way
I'ma show y'all how to move this yay
I'ma show y'all how to move like this
I'ma show y'all that a move ain't, woo
Little Foot, Big Foot, get out the way
I'ma show y'all how to move this yay
I'ma show y'all how to move like this
I'ma show y'all that a move ain't, woo

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Writer: Donald Glover, Dacoury Natche, Sam Sugarman, Peaches Monroe, Erwin Henderson Jr., Curtis Kirk
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






39.28

Why go to the party?
Why go to the party?
Why go to the party at all?

Two shots and a body
Two shots and a body
Two shots and a body involved

Where are those subtle men?
With the decency to might be wrong
Where are those winter girls?
Who corrected, say women
I'm sorry
Forgiven

Why would we ever change?
Planets never see a day that isn't towards the Sun
Bliss is a cheap emotion
Everyone here seems to afford
So I don't know why I'm here without you, you

Why go to the party?
Why go to the party?
Why go to the party at all?

When you're not invited
You take what you're given
Some wait everyday for the call
Grief is a standing ocean
And I never swam unless you did
So I don't know why I'm here without you
I miss you

Why go to the party?
Why go to the party?
Why go to the party at all? (You)

I call to a spirit
You may never hear it
How else could I keep you alive? Alive

'Cause it's hard for me to love myself without you here
'Cause the days are slow but the years are fast
I wonder when I'll feel your smile
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Writer: Donald Glover, James Francies Jr., Riley Mackin
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Feels Like Summer

Woo, ey
Woo, ey

You can feel it in the streets
On a day like this, the heat
It feel like summer
I feel like summer
I feel like summer
You can feel it in the streets
On a day like this, the heat
I feel like summer (ey)
She feel like summer
This feel like summer
I feel like summer

Seven billion souls that move around the sun
Rolling faster, faster, not a chance to slow down
Slow down
Men who made machines that want what they decide
Parents tryna tell the children please slow down
Slow down

I know
Oh, I know you know that pain
I'm hopin' that this world will change
(Ooo, I hope this world will change)
But it just seems the same
(It feels like the same)

You can feel it in the streets
On a day like this, the heat
It feel like summer
(I feel like summer)
I feel like summer
(I feel like summer)
I feel like summer

Every day gets hotter than the one before
Running out of water, it's about to go down
Go down
Air that kill the bees that we depend upon
Birds were made for singing, wakin' up to no sound
No sound

I know
Oh, I know you know my pain (woah, no no no)
I'm hopin' that this world will change
(This world will change, yeah)
But it just seems the same (woah)

I know
Oh, I hope we change
I really thought this world could change
But it seems like the same

I know
Oh, my mind is still the same
I'm hoping that this world will change
But it just seems the same
I know
Oh, I hope we change
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Writer: Donald Mckinley Glover, Ludwig Emil Tomas Goransson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






47.48

Little girl, thirteen
Broke down the violence
Little boys playing 'round, shot down
The violence, the violence
Baby girl, baby daddy, he's had it
The violence, the violence, the violence
Cut him up, in the gang, did the same
The violence, the violence, oh

Don't worry 'bout tomorrow
The violence, the violence
Don't worry 'bout tomorrow
The violence, the violence

Beat him up, keep him down
Light him up, the violence
Never say what you see, keep quiet
The silence, the silence

Little boy, little girl
Are you scared of the world?
Is it hard to live?
Just take care of your soul
Let the beauty unfold
You'll get through it

Don't worry 'bout tomorrow
The violence, the violence, the violence
Don't worry 'bout tomorrow
The violence, the violence
The violence, the violence

What do you love?
I love, who do I love?
Yeah, who do you love?
Me?
Yeah
Anybody else?
Mom and Oiallo, and Genesis
And I love, and I love Roland
And I love myself
That's, those are good answers
Those are really good answers
Do you love yourself?
I do love myself
Does mommy love herself?
Absolutely
Mom, do you love yourself?

Yeah I do, you best or (do both)
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Writer: Donald Glover, Dacoury Natche, Ludwig Goransson, Chukwudi Hodge, Legend Glover
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






53.49

Woo, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah come on

What's good? (Come on)
Young Decatur, comin' straight out the hood (yhat's right)
I'm just tryna put the spirit in your Yeezy Boosts (Yeezy Boosts)
Get your cup, it runneth over once I got the juice
Every day is Sunday mornin', woo, you hella late (you hella late)
See the colors of my father when I meditate
I'ma give it to you, mama, I can't even lie
Amber-colored lotus flowers when I touch the sky
I ain't even high, uh

There is love in every moment
Under the sun, boy
I did what I wanted to
There is love in every moment
Under the sun, boy
You do what you wanna do

Ooh, my beard long, damn, I look like Jesus (ahh)
And my shirt is off, ooh, I feel like Fela (ohh)
On my mama, boy, you silly, tryna please a hater
Do you feel me? (Nah, nah) Ya'll don't hear me (nah, nah)
Said I feel good, (feel good) look good (look good)
East Atlanta, (Gresham Park) Hollywood (Hollywood)
Never said it even though I prolly should (whoa)
I said I love me, l said I love me, ah, yeah

There is love in every moment
Under the sun, girl
I did what I wanted to
There is love in every moment
Under the sun, girl
You do what you wanna do
Uh-huh

When you looking at the devil
But you lookin' in the mirror
What you gon' say? (Wait a minute)
Uh, uh, when your money getting long
But you know you're doin' wrong
What you gon' say? (Wait a minute)
Uh, uh, when you know your mama dyin'
And you runnin' out of time
What you gonna say? (Wait a minute)
Uh, when you feel alone
Know you are not alone (Wait a minute)
Ahh, yeah

There is love in every moment
Under the sun, boy
I did what I wanted to, yeah, yeah
Now I just power forward
Under the sun, in every moment
I did what I wanted to

Everything that you're feeling right now (ooh)
Let it out, let it out (ooh, ayy)
Alright, you ready?
Okay, now, one, two, one, two, three

Now do your dance, mama
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh
Ayy, uh, yeah, uh
What? Feel it
What? Dance, lil' mama
Ayy, ayy, uh
Get loose
Uh, uh, uh, ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh
Do what you wanna do
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
No, no, no, no, no, baby
Do what you wanna do
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Donald Glover, James Francies Jr., Dacoury Natche
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.








3.15.20 is the fourth studio album by American recording artist Donald Glover, under his stage name Childish Gambino. It was initially uploaded to the website donaldgloverpresents.com on March 15, 2020, before being taken down 12 hours later. After a countdown, it was released to streaming and download services under the title 3.15.20 on March 22. It is therefore interchangeably referred to as both 3.15.20 and Donald Glover Presents.

The album features guest appearances from Ariana Grande, Kadhja Bonet, 21 Savage and Ink. Glover produced the album with a range of collaborators including DJ Dahi, longtime producer Ludwig Göransson, Chukwudi Hodge, Kurtis McKenzie and James Francies, Jr.

Most of the album's track titles refer to the time at which they appear on the album; for example, "12.38" appears 12 minutes and 38 seconds into the album. The 2018 promotional single, "Feels Like Summer", appears on the album under the title "42.26". The album received critical acclaim, with praise particularly directed towards Glover's songwriting and the album's themes.

On May 8, 2024, 3.15.20 was removed from select streaming services leading up to the release of Atavista, a reworked version of the album. Atavista was released 5 days later on May 13.
Performed By: Childish Gambino
Genre(s): Alternative hip hop, alternative R&B, neo soul, experimental
Producer(s): Donald Glover, DJ Dahi, EY, James Francies, Jr., Loshendrix, Ludwig Göransson, Chukwudi Hodge, Riley Mackin, Jai Paul, Kurtis McKenzie
Length: 57:44
Released: March 22nd, 2020
Year: 2020

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