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Childish Gambino - Bando Stone And The New World Album Lyrics



Childish Gambino - Bando Stone And The New World Lyrics






Hearts Were Meant to Fly

[Legend Glover & Childish Gambino]
Are we gonna die?
Not tonight

[Childish Gambino, Amaarae]
This is real (Not done)
Tell me how it feel (This joint fire)
Broke boy, tell me how it feel (This joint fire)
Tell me how it feel (Woo)
This is real (Not done)
Tell me how it feel (This joint fire)
Tell me how it feel (This joint fire)
Tell me how it feel (Woo)
Bitch, I'm 'bout to stunt on these hoes (Yeah, stunt)
Donald Glover called cut on these hoes
Put that nigga in a blunt, uh
F*ckin' on a cunt, huh (Uh, yeah, f*ckin' on a cunt, yeah)
This a lifestyle, bitch (Yeah)
Put that shit together, that was my style, bitch (Yeah)
Diamond chain on mе came embeddеd (Bling, bling)
Heard they asked about me, tell 'em that I said it, (Tell them hoes) huh
Ooh, hearts were meant to fly
But I'm sorry for the things I've done
(Listen to it, dance)

[Childish Gambino]
Everybody hatin' wanna get like me (Ah)
Everybody Satan and I'm G-O-D (Okay)
Ain't nobody livin' got my P.O.V. (Woo)
Name another nigga who got shit on me (Haha)
Shoot a motherf*cker, I'm the new Spike Lee (Pah)
Everybody know me, I don't need I.D. (Uh-huh)
Everybody hatin' wanna get like me (Oh)
Everybody Satan and I'm G-O-D
[Amaarae]
[Unintelligible]

[Childish Gambino]
Fire, gun talk, I don't talk, you know that I'ma fire
Summertime, that hot boy, you knew that I'ma fire
When you see me realize, you know that it's a fire
Know that it's a fire, know that it's a— (Fire!)
I got all the fire, but that ho made me sick
Kissin' on me, shawty on me, roll on me, shit, huh
Kissin' on me, hold on me, roll on me, shit, huh
She don't know me, she just know what's on my wrist, uh
This is not a Rolex, she only wanna ball now
She think she got a man, so she only wanna talk now
She a dominatrix, she whip me, and her bra now
Wildin' on a yacht, man, I told that ho to calm down
Niggas did me greasy and I get on
Niggas did me greasy and I'm still on
Niggas did me greasy and I'm still on (Niggas did me greasy and I'm still on)
Let's go

[Childish Gambino & Jessica Allain]
I need you to listen to me
O-okay
No, I, I need you to listen to me right now, are you listening?
I'm, I'm listening
Nobody cares
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




Lithonia

Cody LaRae
He had a break
He's findin' out
That nobody gives a f*ck
I did my job
I paid my dues
Love is for fools
'Cause nobody gives a f*ck

No one
No one
Nobody gives a f*ck

I feel liberated
Overmedicated
It was overrated
Damn, what you want?
I can tell by the look on your face (oh)
Let me outta here (oh)
I've been gone so long
Don't you know that
This is the moment?
You're watching us throw it away

Cody LaRae (Cody LaRae)
He had a break (he had a break)
He's findin' out
That nobody gives a f*ck (oh)
I did my job (I did my job)
I paid my dues (I paid my dues)
Love is for fools
'Cause nobody gives a f*ck

Nobody gives a f*ck

My sweet Lithonia
What have you done?
These are your children
I am your son

Cody LaRae (Cody LaRae)
What have you done? (He had a break)
(He's findin' out)
Nobody gives a f*ck
Cody LaRae (Cody LaRae)
What have you done? (I paid my dues)
(Love is for fools)
Nobody gives a f*ck

Cody LaRae
He had a break
He's findin' out
Nobody gives a f*ck
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Writer: Donald Glover, Ludwig Goransson, Max Martin, Michael Uzowuru, Riley Mackin
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC




Survive

[ Featuring Chlöe ]

All I wanna do is
All I wanna do is survive
But the weather's always changin'
I'm just tryna save my life
My life, my life, my life
(Like that)

It's a new verse with my old flow
There's a new world and an old one
He was 17 back in '01
Now we forty-teen, havin' no fun
Man, I shake some on a livestream
It was summertime had his icecream
But it melt fast, close your eyes and enjoy it and it might last (like, like that)
Have a role in a movie but he typecast (like, like that)
He on Drink Champs talkin' with a shot glass (like, like that)
It be like that
Hey, I'm a soldier
When I die, say I did it for the culture
But I live below your means, that's a pro tip
'Cause the streets pay a nigga like a slow drip
I'm with my son, watching bluey like we both crip
They be scared to try, saying that they underground
Made him hunker down, saying he a prepper now
Had a crazy arm, picked him in the second round (like, like that)
Tore his ac hiking on the second down (like, like that)
Made a comeback but ain't nobody checkin' now (like, like that)
He ain't stick around, yeah (like, like that)

Summer's always comin' (uh)
All I wanna do is get high (get high)
But the weather's always changing (oh, whoa-oh)
I'm just tryna save
My life (my life)
My life (my life)
My life (my life)
My life (my life)

When a girl can't get thicker (like that)
And the house can't get bigger (like that)
When you hot, but you drink liquor (yeah)
Feel like life go a lot quicker
How he lame but he that
They in the minor leagues, but I'm pro-black (like that)
I bet he hate his mom, how you know that? (Oh)
You got a podcast 'cause you can't rap (like that)
He on some Fresh 'N' Fit shit, talking body counts (oh)
I count a body every time I'm on tracks (oh)
(Like that) like that

Summer's always comin' (yeah)
All I wanna do is get high, get high, get high (all I wanna do it get high)
But the weather's always changin' (uh)
I'm just tryna save my life
My life (my life)
My life (my life)
My life (my life)
My life (my life)
Woo

How come every summer
Everyone
Always says
That it's never gonna end
Every summer
Everyone (everyone)
Hopes and prays (hopes and prays)
That it's ever gonna end
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la (all I wanna do, yeah, yeah)
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la (oh)
My life, my life, my life
Get high
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Writer: Donald Glover, Chloe Elizabeth Bailey
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC




Steps Beach

[ Featuring Fousheé ]

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Summer's always comin'
Things are ever changin'
Five-star dreamin'
There we would be living like we should be
I am not a pilot
Look at how we're flying 'round the things that we decided
Like my peace and quiet
Put the kids tonight agree
When you'd swear by your degree
That you'd be smarter than me
Junior year, I got straight C's
Still got held back
I grew my hair back
No hangtime, no hairline
No more swimmin' by myself

Steps beach
All I wanna do is steadily step it with you (oh, oh)
Steps beach
All I wanna do is steadily step it with you (oh, oh)

You were never one to pacify me
Rather feel ashamed than be unhappy
When it's all said and done I want you in the moonlight (ooh-ooh)
Didn't you learn to walk this beach alone?
(?) books are old, but now you hold my hand
It takes some time to get there
Hope you understand that it won't be long (long, long, long)

I was stopping shopping
Had to get a run-in
Rode my bike instead of drivin'
Easy to forgive me when there's milk and pastries
Even when we argue I'm in love with you
Even when you saucy at your barbecue
Better than better now
How I would (?) around
Only another mile
Eighty-five but it feel like two hundred
Stab me down like it gon' do somethin' (ooh)
We go home and we don't do nun' (oh)
Baby, screamin' out, "Is it one AM?", let them craal it in
Wakin' up, do it all again

Steps beach
All I wanna do is steadily step it with you (oh, oh, whoa)
Steps beach
All I wanna do is steadily step it with you (oh, oh, whoa)

I don't care which way we're heading home now (ooh)
As long as it's two forward and one back (oh)
When it's all set and done I want you every lifetime (oh, oh)
(Oh, oh)
Every day we make moments in the sand (oh)
Every day we known all this will be washed away (oh)
When do we start forever if it's not today? (Oh)
So it won't be long (oh, oh, oh)

Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa, stop, stop, stop
Can you fish?
No, no, I can't
Can you start a fire?
Can you hunt?
I can sing
You're useless
Wait, okay, wait, wait, wait
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Writer: Donald Glover, Steve Lacy, Foushee
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC




Talk My Shit

[ Featuring Flo Milli, Amaarae ]

A-Town do it don't stop, you a-sorta-rich
You niggas disobey by a quarter inch
I'm hoppin' out the coupe with my titties out
Do they have a song? That's all I care about (uh, uh)
I'ma make a Billie like I'm Eilish
You can't see me flyin' 'cause it's private
She ain't ever seen inside a high end (yeah, yeah)
When we met at first, she actin' quiet
But she when sayin' that shit, might have to marry this bitch (ooh, ooh)
Bought her a crazy car, why do they sound like this?
Niggas is tied to the guy
I walk through the party, she all on my shoulder, I'm broken up quick
He got a hoe, she might have to jump on the dick
And I'm just doin', it's makin' 'em sick
I did it, I did it
I'm one and the only
I'm there and I'm there, ha, ha
I did it myself, a million, bajillion
I made it a penny, ha, ha
He never got eaten, he still just a critic
He still in his feelings, ha, ha
They wanted me dead, they hate when I'm greavin'
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
I want all the smoke, uh
She said, "Baby, what's it?"
Yeah, I said I'm kinda (broke?)
Talkin' dirty, you don't wash your mouth with all the soap
Now my hater want a job but he ain't make the cut, uh-uh
Got my short shorts up on my knees, I'm feelin' like a slay, uh
Got my semi right behind me if you want a trick (uh)
Talkin' shit, but when you see 'em they like "Where my hug?" ("Where my hug?")
All this stompin', she look at me, she like, "There my thug"
Had to hold her back she wildin', sayin'

Let me talk my shit (oh)
I'm a liar
If they say we friends, they a liar (they a liar)
Let me come in twos, I'm that karma
I'ma test the roof if I'm higher (yeah)
Someone said bands way too gotty (gotty)
Someone went and got that new Pagani ('gani)
I was makin' plans with ya shawty (yeah)
I'ma keep my mouth in the party

After you (?) Bentley, ho, uh
I sent it to your sister, she a silly ho, uh
Spinnin' shit in me on the mean boat, uh (pe, pe)
Pussy out this Bentley, got like twenty hoes, huh, huh, huh
I'm runnin' this bitch like a race, uh-uh
Bitch, I'ma nut in your face, uh
Most of these (?) in your face
He gonna be runnin' with this gun in his face
He still wanna f*ck, yeah, we got it all day
24 carots, they (?)
Talk shit, come talk shit
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, wait, uh
Ha, ha, I love all my opps
The bitches see me whippin' chicken, almost called the cops (yeah, yeah)
I feel like Gucci Mane, I might just throw her at the drop
I keep that hoochie out the hummer, almost killed the cops, huh, huh
All (?) dance with the (?) man
I got fifty baby mama's in Atlanta
All the hoes screaming "This the f*ckin' anthem"

He said (?) I'm cruisin' (duh)
Pop shit in my sleep, they snoozin' (bitch)
If you broke, hoe, you got the coolin' (yeah, yeah)
All of my friends dead, like Uzi (huh)
Two chains on me, I'm different (damn)
I could f*ck up a check and go miss it (money)
When I walk in I feel attention (ooh)
Shittin' on bitches, I'm leaving them pissed (damn)
(?) hoes 'gon love gold (yeah)
Party, two T's, bitch, I'm hot like a (?) ((?) bitch)
I ain't f*ckin' with nobody, that's a coo'
Why would I need me a (?) (huh)
Chocolate bitch, I be on tops and shit
Beat me up like cocoa
I'm a P-ass bitch, you the opposite
Keep a nigga in a chokehold (duh)

Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Hold on
Bando
Ah
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Writer: Donald Glover, Tamia Carter, Ama Serwah Genfi
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC




Got To Be

I be messed up every weekend, I'm like
"I don't know why I've been drinkin' up"
I be messed up every weekend, I'm like
"I don't know why I've been smokin' up"
I don't know why (i don't know why)
I mess myself up every weekend
I don't know why (i don't know why)
I mess myself up every weekend
(Give me back my sounds!)

Can't stop, won't stop
Ride around, smokin' that indo
Summertime, lockdown
2020, my time, uh (ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
It got to be (bando!)

Just one girl's a lot for me
I mean obviously
If the world's gone down, I've got to see
I mean, I got to see

Bad girl wanna f*ck hot guy
Fake man wanna play both sides
Red tip, lookin' like hot fries
Two-piece, give 'em that Popeyes
Hollow man die like rat man
Rude boy gonna get red banned (bando!)
Eat 'em good like Pac-Man
It got to be

Two sticks, cop car
Two clips, pop star
Take back, Coolio
Shake that booty hole
ASAP, Four Five
Both knees, both eyes
Too hot, don't stop
It got to be

Can't stop, won't stop
Ride around runnin' that, too turnt
Summertime lockdown
2020, my time, uh
It got to be

Can't stop, won't stop
Ride around runnin' that, too turnt
Summertime lockdown
2020, my time, uh
It got to be

If the world's gone blind, then I can see
Only I can see
If the world's gone blind, then I can see
Only I can see
Pullin' up, Five Guys, red like ketchup
Why do I feel so special?
I'm on that run like (bando! Bando!)
I got a flash like a camera
Sketchy like Joe Montana (don't stop)
Put it in my face (don't stop)
Ten point eight
I'm out of breath, ho
Do it 'cause I said so
Trappin' out the Bando, Bando, Ban

I told y'all niggas
Y'all thought I was playing but Gambino's back in this motherf*cker
None of y'all are safe!

Someone turn the motherf*ckin' bass up
They gon' find your homeboy face up
Lookin' for me like you gon' say somethin'
Talkin' that shit, you gon' pay for it
Talkin', I'm still on fire, fire
Happy, you still gon' die, die
Cappin', you still gon' lie, lie
Got to be

We can all go
Now we are all in this
Close your eyes
And share our happiness
We can all go
Now we are all in this
Close your eyes
And share our happiness
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Writer: Donald Glover
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC




Real Love

It's clear that you're ever lovin', it's comin' from the heart
I love her, don't have anyone else to call on
It's clear that you're ever lovin', I knew it from the start
I opened my heart and inside was all gone
I never thought anyone else could be my friend
I'm lovin' you every day up until the end
It's clear that you're ever lovin', it's comin' from the heart
It's clear that you're ever lovin', we'll never be apart

Guess you have the real love, real, real love
Hopin' that you feel love, feel real love
Guess you have the real love, real, real love
Hopin' that you feel love, feel real love

It's clear that you're ever lovin', and everyone can see
I wanna be someone you can count on
I wanna be everything that you wanted me to be
Been waitin' forever, I don't know how long
Before you came everything else was so so cold
I never felt somethin' special like have a home
It's clear that you're ever lovin', I'm always by your side
It's clear that you're ever lovin', ooh

Guess you have the real love, real, real love
Hopin' that you feel love, feel real love
Guess you have the real love, real, real love
Hopin' that you feel love, feel real love
Hopin' that you feel love (love), feel real love (love)
Hopin' that you feel love (love), feel real love (love)
Hopin' that you feel love (love), feel real love (love)
Hopin' that you feel love (love), feel real love (love)

Real love, real love, real love
Real love, real love, real love
Make you feel my real love
Real love
Real love
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Writer: Donald Glover
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC




In The Night

[ Featuring Jorja Smith, Amaarae ]

(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

I'm just a country boy from Georgia (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Your body's made for California, my love (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Your man does nothin' but adore ya (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
But I wonder, what would he say? (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
You look so good, I can't afford ya (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
He kissed your lips it looked like torture, for you (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Just 'cause you're sweet don't make you loyal (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
And I wonder, what would he say? (Oh, oh, oh, oh)

If in the night, I dream of you (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Doesn't matter what I do (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
In the night, I dream of you (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Every night, I dream of you

I had to sneak around
'Cause he could never know that
I never wanted happiness
I just wanna be with you
I know you'd drag me down
But you know I know that
You need me too
In the night

I'm smiling in his face all daily (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Last night I said it was his baby (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Oh, no, I'm tryna see you when I close my eyes (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
If he finds out he might go crazy (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

'Cause In the night, I dream of you (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Doesn't matter what I do (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
In the night, I dream of you (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
But I wonder all through the day

I had to sneak around
'Cause he could never know that
I never wanted happiness
I just wanna be with you
I know you drag me down
But you know I know that (you)
You need me too
In the night

Are you okay? Okay?
Seen you with that nigga, I said no way, oh way
Creepin' and I caught that bitch in 4K, 4K
Kissin' bitches, now you goin' both ways, okay (oh, oh-oh, yeah)
Are you okay? Okay?
Your pocket baby girl, and is that cocaine? Cocaine?
"You know he's just a friend" That's what they all say, all say
Bitch, you know you got to see me on my off day, off day

In the night, I dream of you
Doesn't matter what I do
In the night, I dream of you
Every night, I dream of you (oh, oh, oh, oh)

In the night (oh, woah, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I can feel you in the night (oh, woah, oh, woah)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I can see you in the night (oh, woah, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I can feel you in the night (oh, oh, oh, oh)
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Writer: Donald Glover, Chukwudi Hodge, Dacoury Natche, Ely Rise, Jayla Darden, Kurtis McKenzie, Tierra Whack
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC




Yoshinoya

Hat's my brother, don't you know it?
I stuck around like Yoshinoya
Stone Mountain read and the caster cord
This my life, I must enjoy it
This my life, they bus it for it
We don't hold back, we must go forward
Stay where you at, you're supposed to, boy
Niggas is fake, I won't ignore it

I put your boy in the seat
You got your bis' in the streets
I wash my hands when I eat
I don't wanna handle the key
I don't know no one BD
But they dependent' on me
Niggas don't know where I'm at
I find your house on the app
People around you ain't slatt
They plottin' hard when you slatt
They got a gun in your back
This who you trust you sleepin' at night
I look in the mirror I see what I like
It is what it is, I'm right when I'm right
F*ck with my kids, you f*ck with your life
You f*ckin' these hoes, I'm f*ckin' my wife
AK not silent like knife
Think he won't do it, I might
I gotta do what I like
I gotta, that's my word

That's my brother, don't you know it?
(?) from Yoshinoya
Stone Mountain read and the caster cord
This my life, I must enjoy it
This my life, they bus it for it
We don't hold back, we must go forward
Stay where you at, you're supposed to, boy
Niggas is fake, I won't ignore it

This is a code red for old heads
Who never liked my short shorts and (croquettes?)
Been a minute since he had to fit it on the notepad
I was busy buildin' up the life that niggas don't have
Told me that money make you lonely, it ain't so bad
Niggas jokes are so dad
They haven't seen their son in a month
Sold some apple stock to buy a farm, I needed to stunt
I told 'em take the back end points, he wanted to front
Now his career's in ablunt
These rappers cosplay, the industry Comic-Con
The industry evil people, me and fam' gotta trauma bond
Drive like the Autobot
Integrity whore, say what I mean
Apologize if I didn't, or clarify
If it's written in stone
Freak it and leave it alone
Give it time, let the truth come to light
Let 'em catch up
Niggas peepin' like, damn, he was right
Rather have my foot on they neck than they hand on the mic'
Rather die a good man with a bad wife
These niggas almost sticked me and they dressin' like a hype beast
Used to get the peach milkshake and add the eight-piece
White boy throwin' dirt on my name for the faint peace
Checks off, death, murder, and pain, leave you empty
I curse you with that knowledge
Put they hands on a woman for the clout but said I'm wildin'
Death before the sauna
On my mom like Keke Palmer
I'm allergic to the drama, you saw me and Tyler
I'm allergic to this rap shit
Made a song, but spent more time writin' the caption
I'm an actor, you can put that on set
I'm about that action
My tweets all lower case I saw these niggas cappin'
My homegirl said we a stalker, so I ain't dappin'
I ain't see you, man, what happened?
Man, the blog era overtakin' all our stars
My favorite spot was 'bout to close, so I made some calls
Bitch nigga, eat a dick and doggy bag of balls

You've never heard of Chaka Khan?
What are they teaching you in school?
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Writer: Donald Glover
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC




Can You Feel Me

[ Featuring Legend Glover ]

You've never heard of Chaka Khan?
What are they teaching you in school?

(A) some (B) weighed (C) to (D) chains (E)
Un (F) reach (G) so softly
(H) Help (I) sky (J) birds (K) fly (L) flown (M) up
(N, O, P) I'll never come back down
(Q) so (R) high (S) your (T) eyes (U) don't (V) cry (W)
(I'm on the road)
(X) can you (Y) feel me? (Z)
Sing

I'm so fly like Batman (A, B, C)
I can fly up to the man (D, E)
Stars in the sky like a stadium (F, G)
They lightin' up the whole room now
Ah, yeah, yeah (H, I, J)
We can care less what you do now (K, L)
This ain't a villain era (M)
This a killin' era (N, O, P)
We ain't feel you never, naw (Q)
I take my time on the beat (R)
I watch what I eat (S)
They think I left (T)
But they saving my seat (U)
Said I fell off (V)
But I need the receipt (W)
I'm still at the peak
(X) can you (Y) feel me? (Z)

My girl put foot on the plate when I open the gate (A, B, C)
I fell in love they call it self-hate (D, F, G)
Heaven on earth, I don't have to wait
We made a child, you made a mistake (H, I)
I wanna go wherever you are (J)
You're in my heart, you're in my soul (K, L)
We're never apart (M)
Riding around like kids in the dark (N, O, P)
Where the fireflies and the crickets hum (Q, R, S)
So many kids there's a million of 'em (T, U)
So many kisses you're sick of 'em (V)
I ain't sick of 'em (W)
I can feel one coming
(X) can you (Y) feel me? (Z)
Can you feel me?

I wanna show you that I'll always be here (A, B, C, D)
Harvest the love you grow me each year (E, F)
Without your love, I wouldn't be here (G)
You was around when I needed you most (H, I, J, K), ooh
My mama knew she was feeding the goat (L, M, N, O, P), ooh
Something was wrong with you, I didn't know (Q, R)
Tears in my eyes, boys who was telling me lies (S, T)
Daddy took me to the side, told me it was okay to cry (U, V, W)
I felt so helpless inside
(X) can you (Y) feel me? (Z)
One more time

Love is a gift to the ones who didn't make it (A, B, C, D)
I lost my dad and couldn't take it (Woo) (E)
I saw his face, I couldn't shake it (F, G)
Baring my soul completely naked (H)
When you're with me, you're whoever you are (I, J)
They wanna speak but don't know who you are (K, L)
Back when they used to say Danny (M, N, O, P)
I had the heat like Miami (Q)
I ain't show up to the Grammy's (R)
I'd rather be with my family (S)
He call for me, not the Nanny (T, U)
You just a stranger, can't give nobody candy (V, W)
You fell off, you need a band-aid
I have more fun on my playdates (X)
I got the drive without the Mercedes (Y)
I never try, I know I'm enough (Z)
You came from above
My purpose is love
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Writer: Donald Glover, Legend Glover
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC




No Excuses

Sing
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

You don't wanna say goodbye
I don't cry anymore
You don't have to come outside
I don't try anymore
You don't have to meet my friends, I don't cry anymore
You can go out with with your friends
I'll be fine anymore

Because
Ooh, cold love
And you step outside
Cold love
Oh, you can feel it
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

You don't have to be afraid
I don't cry anymore
You don't even say you caved
I don't lie anymore
You told me to stay inside
I don't love you anymore
You don't have to lie behind my back
I'm not high anymore

Because
Ooh, cold love
And you step outside
Cold love
Oh, you can feel it
Ooh, cold love
Watch our feelings
Hold up

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

You don't have to play pretend
I'm not young anymore
You don't have to count to ten
I won't run anymore
We don't have to first be friends
Got no time anymore
You can put your heart aside
It's not mine anymore
You gave me the cold love
Now I'll never love no one else
You gave me cold love
You gave me cold love
Now I'll never love
You gave me cold love
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Writer: Donald Glover, Kamasi Washington
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC




Cruisin'

[ Featuring Yeat ]

Had this dream that I'm dead
But it look like a jungle do
Can't explain with my head
But I feel like it's comin' true
I be acting like shit is cool
And this feelin' that nothin's new
Doctor gave me another pill
Make me feel like an animal
I go walkin' the streets (Oh)
This life feel like the jungle now
Wish I could find a way
I'm tryin' every day (Uh, uh)
But I feel like I'm in a trap
I look up at the moon
And hope everything go to black

(Beat it up, beat it up)
Too much, too much (beat it up, beat it up, uh)
Too much, too much (beat it up, beat it up)
Too much, too much (beat it up, beat it up)
Too much, too much (beat it up, beat it up)
Too much, too much (beat it up, beat it up)
Too much, too much (beat it up, beat it up)
Too much, too much (beat it up, beat it up)
Too much, too much (beat it up, beat it up)

But I still have a dream
Like I'm movin' through Africa
I can't sleep anymore
'Cause I'm dreamin' of Africa
I wake up and the sun in my eye (yeah, yeah)
Like I'm seeing two Africas
I be livin' my dream
'Cause this dreamin' is not enough (beat it up, beat it up)

(Beat it up, beat it up)
Oh, why, why, why? (Beat it up, beat it up)
Oh, why, why, why? (Beat it up, beat it up)
Oh, why, why, why? (Beat it up, beat it up)
Oh, why, why, why? (Beat it up, beat it up)
Oh, why, why, why? (Beat it up, beat it up)
Oh, why, why, why? (Beat it up, beat it up)

When you almighty, all the Gods cry, all the Gods cry like-
Babies walkin' through the belly of the beasts, staying all night
Near sight and far sight, huh, aliens make ya (uh)
When you almighty, all the Gods cry, all the Gods cry like-
Babies walkin' through the belly of the beast, staying all night
Babies walkin' through the valley of the beasts, staying all night

(Too much, too much) (ooh-ooh) On my own
(Too much, too much) (aah) On my own
Can you help me, please? On my own (told us to lie)
(Too much, too much) (but I'm feelin' like I'm dreamin')
On my own (beat it up, beat it up)
On my own (beat it up, beat it up)
Told us to lie (beat it up, beat it up)
Told us to lie (beat it up, beat it up)
Told us to lie (beat it up, beat it up)
Told us, told us (beat it up, beat it up)

But I still have a dream
Like I'm movin' through Africa
I can't sleep anymore
'Cause I'm dreamin' of Africa
I wake up and the sun in my eye
Like I'm seeing two Africas
I be livin' my dream
'Cause this dreamin' is not enough
Oh god (beat it up, beat it up)

(Beat it up, beat it up)
Nobody cares (beat it up, beat it up) (ah, ah)
Nobody cares about me (beat it up, beat it up)
(Beat it up, beat it up)
Oh, la-la-la (beat it up, beat it up)
No, they don't, no, ooh (beat it up, beat it up)
Oh (beat it up, beat it up)
I need help (too much, too much)
Can you help me? (Too much, too much)
(Too much, too much)
I need to love someone (too much, too much)
I need to hold someone (too much, too much, too much, too much, oh)
I cannot do it on my own
I'm alone
I'm scared
I'm a fool
I need help
Can you help me, please?

It's okay, okay, it's okay
I don't wanna go out there
I know, we're just gonna run, and we're gonna jump over it, that's it
That's all we're gonna do
I'm gonna hold your hand the entire run, okay?
We're gonna run, and we're gonna jump over it
Okay, you ready? Okay
On the count of three, ready?
One, two, three
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Writer: Donald Glover, Noah Oliver Smith, Legend Glover
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC




We Are God

You're the light
You're the star (oh)
All is right
All is God
When you feel
All this lost
Inside you
I am found
There is fear
There is pain
Hold my hand
I'll always keep you safe
In the fiery dust
I need your touch
Inside you, I am found

We are
(We are, we are, we are)
No, no, no, we are God
(We are, we are, we are)
Yes we are, oh, no, no, no, we are God
(We are, we are, we are)
Oh, no, no, no, I know we are God
(We are, we are, we are)

Show me how
How to love
Someone as myself
Show me how
How to love
Someone as myself
You're so special, so special
You will not be forgotten
I will love you forever
I'ma love you forever
When there's no together
There could be no apart
As we fly through the dark
As we fly through the dark

We are
(We are, we are, we are)
No, no, no, we are God
(We are, we are, we are)
No, no, no, yeah, yeah, yeah, we are God
(We are, we are, we are)
No, we are God
(We are, we are, we are)
We are

(We are, we are, we are)
Oh, yeah, baby
(We are, we are, we are)
Oh, you see
(We are, we are, we are)
Oh, no, no, no, yeah
(We are, we are, we are)
Oh, baby
(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)
Woo
(We are, we are, we are)
Yeah
Oh, no
Baby, I know
We are God, we are God
Yes we are, we are God
(We're God, we're God)
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Writer: Donald Glover
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC




Running Around

[ Featuring Fousheé ]

You're doing great
Thanks

It's the weekend, and I'm outta my mind
Yeah, it's the weekend, and I'm outta my mind
Yeah, I was sleeping, but I ran out of time
Yeah, I was sleeping, but I ran out of time
I got my haircut, and I'm ready to go
I got my haircut, and I'm ready to go
I had a good thing, but I don't care anymore
I had a good thing, but I don't care anymore, no

And they used to call me a runaway, oh, yeah, yeah (hey, hey, hey)
'Cause I know the drill every night and day
Runnin' around
And we always know what they're gonna say, oh, yeah, yeah (hey, hey, hey)
Never seems to be any other way
Runnin' around

Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Runnin' out of ammunition
Don't need to fire at my opps, they dig their own ditches
I put 3.50 in my tank and I drive to your bitches
Can't take a breathe, this life is dank, it smell like old fish sticks
Such a same innit
Smile through the pain
It's a fresh silk press in the rain
Gotta let those nuts hang
Whatever God through up, I bang
I don't give a f*ck 'bout a bleach blonde bad built butch body having ass thing
I barely got through Friday, it's the motherf*cking weekend

Don't lose faith, you are strong
Keep goin' on, keep goin'

And they used to call me a runaway (and they used to call me a runaway)
'Cause I know the drill every night and day
We're runnin' around
And we always know what they're gonna say, oh, yeah, yeah (what they're gonna say)
Never seems to be any other way
Runnin' around
And they used to call me a runaway
'Cause I know the drill every night and day
We're runnin' around
And we always know they gonna say
Never seems to be any other way

Oh my God
What?
They don't have a bidet
Are you f*cking serious?
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Writer: Foushee, Donald Glover
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC




Dadvocate

Candy cane fourteen's floatin' off Backwood
Take you for a ride in the sky, blue, blanco
Where you at? That make your man feel so good
Know I got a ego 'bout as big as Lake Tahoe

I wanna be a hero but now I'm under pressure
Why it gotta be like that?

Know I'm smokin' in the morning 'cause I'm goin' five to nine
If I told you I was stronger than I looked, then I'd be lyin'
Got some dollars in my pocket and a quarter in my hand
You ain't safe bein' a woman and it's hard to be a man

Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh

Layin' on the couch, you a baddie in your outfit
Usin' all the Wi-Fi, eatin' all the hot chip
Sendin' me a message like I ain't in the next room
You ain't gotta worry, baby daddy comin' home soon, oh

I wanna be a hero but now I'm under pressure
It be like that sometimes

Know I'm smokin' in the morning 'cause I'm goin' five to nine
If I told you I was stronger than I looked, then I'd be lyin'
Got some dollars in my pocket and a quarter in my hand
You ain't safe bein' a woman and it's hard to be a man

Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
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Writer: Donald Glover
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC




Happy Survival

[ Featuring Khruangbin ]

Happy survival
Happy survival
Happy survival
Happy survival
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Writer: Donald Glover
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC




A Place Where Love Goes

We don't care about the party
We just wanna dance
We don't care about the party
We just-

If you see the spirit it won't bite
(?) living my whole life
(?) coming filled with inner light
Every day you know I had to fight
Different images runnin' through my head
Different women sleepin' in my bed
I'ma get this nigga when I'm dead
Best believe every word I said
(We don't care about the party)
(We just wanna dance)
(We don't care about the party)
(We just wanna dance)

All my life
I had to try to survive
But it is over now
We found a place
A place where love goes
(Place where love goes)
(We don't care about the party)
(We just wanna dance)
(We don't care about the party)
(Place where love goes)
(We just wanna dance)

It's a jungle you ain't ever set place
(?) I'ma turn into a saint
I can hear the scream when I'm awake
Pray the Lord my soul to take
Pray the Lord until it is my third
Let it happen watch the life (?)
With my lemon water, with my curve
We the only people in the world

All my life
I had to try to survive
But it is over now
We found a place
A place where love goes
(Place where love goes)
(We don't wanna party)
(Place where love goes)
(You don't say?)
(Place where love goes)
(We just wanna dance)
(Place where love goes)
All my life
I had to try to survive
But it is over now
We found a place
A place where love goes
All my life (all my life)
Try to survive (all my life)
Over now (woo, woo)
We found a place
A place where love goes
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Writer: Donald Glover, Ludwig Goransson
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC






Bando Stone and the New World is the fifth studio album by American musician Donald Glover, and the final project serviced under his moniker Childish Gambino.

Released on July 19, 2024, through RCA Records, it is also the soundtrack album to his upcoming film of the same name.

The album was met with positive reviews from critics, who praised its eclectic production, mature songwriting and Glover's vocal performance, but were mixed on its lack of cohesiveness.
Performed By: Childish Gambino
Genre(s): Alternative, R&B, pop, hip hop
Producer(s): Dahi, Donald Glover, Ludwig Göransson, Oscar Holter, Khruangbin, Steve Lacy, Max Martin, Kurtis McKenzie, Michael Uzowuru, Dylan Wiggins
Length: 60:11
Released: July 19th, 2024
Year: 2024

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