Sweatpants - Childish Gambino
[verse 1: childish gambino & {problem}] watching haters wonder why gambino got the game locked half-thai thickie, all she wanna do is bangkok got her hair done, french braids, now she a$ap bino so insensitive, she asking “why you say that!” i’m chillin’, real n*gg* feeling rich kid, *sshole, paint me as a villian still spitting that cash flow, dj khaled i got a penthouse on both coasts, ph balance real n*gg*, i rep those, why though? cause i said so hip deep in the pepto, i got five on her like ben folds i got more tail than that petco, you faker than some sweet’n low yeah, you got some silverware, but really are you eating though? are you eating though? n*gg*, are you eating though? breakfast, lunch and dinner’s for beginners, you ain’t even know never catching cases, why they faces look so e-m-o? watch a hater hate me, wanna play me like a piano my architect know j*panese, yo’ girl, she jocking me no hands like soccer teams and y’all f*ck boys like socrates you n*gg*s ain’t copping these, n*gg*s ain’t looking like me nah, i ain’t checking i.d. but i found some with no problem tell ’em, problem (problem! ) [bridge: childish gambino] i’m winnin’, yeah, yeah, i’m winnin’ (x3) rich kid, *sshole, paint me as a villain [hook: problem] don’t be mad cause i’m doing me better than you doing you (x3) better than you doing you, f*ck it, what you gon’ do? [verse 2: childish gambino] different color, my p*ssport, instagram my stack load hashtag my day wear and your girl drink my day care and i’m born rich, life ain’t fair (silver spoon c**n, ho) ain’t n*body sicker and my fisker “vroom, vroom”, ho ain’t n*body– fiskers don’t make noise when they start up, just so you know top of the hold’em totem, rich forever, a million was not the quota my father owned half of moma and did it with no diploma year off, got no rules, tripping off of them toad stools more green than my whole foods and i’m too fly, jeff goldblum got a gl*ss house in the palisades, that a-k-a white hood, white hood, (okay-kay-kay) furniture custom, you shop at ikea so maserati, you whipping a kia spending this money, it’s longer than nia just like a coppola, me and sofia waking up broke, man, wouldn’t wanna be ya friends with the dopeman, help a n*gg* re-up bring a girlfriend, man, trouble when i see her “err-err”, onomatopoeia, oh, i got my cool on! i’m winning so they had to dump the gatorade and i don’t give a f*ck about my family name [hook: problem] don’t be mad cause i’m doing me better than you doing you (x3) better than you doing you, f*ck it, what you gon’ do?
Artist: Childish Gambino
Title: Sweatpants