[Hook: Childish Gambino]
It seems like they all want me to fail
But I’m not goin’ back
Not goin’ back, baby
Please tell me you don’t want me to fail
‘Cause I’m not goin’ back
Not goin’ back
[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
I coulda been a tragedy
That’s why these fake niggas who call me pussy are mad at me
‘Cause they ain’t have the smarts or the heart
Ain’t you read the fuckin’ book Things Fall Apart?
I was never gonna stay the same
All I ever really wanted was to change the game
Spent the year kickin’ ass and takin’ names
Try to tell it to your heart, Taylor Dayne
Mama told me I was special when them test scores came in
Callin’ me the new Will Smith, that’s Jaden
Callin’ me a faggot when I’m rappin’, that’s hatin’
I need to slow down, what the fuck is y’all sayin’
Step inside the party, y’all niggas is mood killers
My lifestyle simple, live easy and Bruce Willis
I’m the boss, Michael Scott, y’all bitches is just Phyllis
Set the world on fire, y’all motherfuckers is chillin’, what is this
That’s why these fuckin’ MCs want their asses back
Don’t you know that I’m a rapist, ask a track
Whiskey-sippin’, wanna drink the whole bottle
But these smart middle-class black kids need a role model
Fuckin’ hate me, that’s what I’m used to
Suck a dick, we the shit, Metamucil
God damn, man, there’s gotta be a better way
Than pill-poppin’ all these drugs so I can stay awake
Like I’m Jessie in this bitch, I’m so excited
There’s a party at the top, you ain’t invited
But it’s lame, and all the bitches is fake
You think about your old girl and how breakin’ up’s a mistake
Black dudes assume I’m closeted or kinda gay
White people confused like girl on Glee and Gabourey
IAmDonald is a full-time job
These niggas want me to fail so they can write me off
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
Dirty girls love my dick, they’re cock-roaches
Jewish girls eat my meat, it’s not kosher
Relax, black chick, I think that I have offended thee
Got nothin’ against the sistas, I just don’t think they’re into me
I am not a thug, AKA: what they pretend to be
I am just myself, AKA: my worst enemy
Yeah, bitch, cut the swag with a fuckin’ knife
I come hard like my life keep her pussy tight
It’s cool, though, it’s all good
You want a dude who keep it real, and stay hood
I’m sorry, babe, but I act me
I don’t act Black, whatever that be
I’m just happy these girls seem into me now
Yeah, they lookin’ for some In N Out, animal style
With this lettuce, cheese, bread, makin’ sandwiches
That’s why you niggas fail like all of your parents’ marriages
Ran into Rashida Jones, told me that she heard my song
When I called her mixed like the crowd at my last show
She said to write her somethin’ nice on the next track
But she cute, so I wrote her ass a whole rap
Man, I threw that shit away, it felt dumb
Believe me, it was bad, we’re better off, you’re welcome
I worked hard on that song like day and night
That whole song, made this one verse crazy, right?
I guess it all goes somewhere, you know that
Like that bullshit you talked before Culdesac
I didn’t know he had it in him
Couldn’t see me as Spider-Man, but now I’m spittin’ venom
Now you payin’ attention, pick your fuckin’ face up
When I wanna be a superhero I just wake up
Renaissance man with a Hollywood buzz
I refuse to go back to not likin’ who I was, because
[Outro: Beldina Malaika]
Fake love, these fake dreams
These fake sounds
All the things that we felt
Your voice was screaming too loud
I know what you’re ready to be
But it isn’t with me
So I’m ready to leave you alone
I don’t really wanna fight like this
I don’t ever wanna lose your kiss
All I ever wanted was someone to hold on to
I just wanna be your girl
Everything you haven’t heard
Plus, I just wanna be with you
(With you) With you
(With you) With you
(With you) I just wanna be with you
(With you) With you
(With you) With you
