Childish Gambino - Grind lyrics

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Childish Gambino - Grind lyrics

[Laughter] Nah, I don't... Look over there, look over here (Wait a minute!) [Chorus] Oooh, ahhh, oh yeah Got to get on my grind, got to get on my grind Oooh, ahhh, oh yeah Got to get on my grind, got to get on my grind Ooh, aah, oh yeah Fallin out, ooh, down Got to get on my grind, got to get on my grind Oh, fallin down, oh yeah Got to get on my grind, got to get on my grind [Childish Gambino] I turn 'em like (Tina), I don't tote ninas But a n***a walked up and get served like subpoenas And I ain't broke neither, I got a in-between So when I say about a million what I mean is b**h fiend I gotta keep grinding, my name Tony Hawk Cause I grind with my boys sometimes at the park A heavy-a** kid, easy on the cake Until I got to New York and I started losin weight And when I say "weight," I do mean "weight" Now I'm (Thin) like the (Line Between Love and Hate) Cause I used to go skate, n***a I'm paid This (Kid) don't (Play) like a high-top fade I don't get laid, I'm back at the studio The closest girls get is watchin old Derrick videos Girls don't get it, say I work too much Pa** boo the cell phone and say "Girl be in touch" But we won't be in touch, I know that for sure You ain't in love with me, you like my decor Christian Dior, pastel and Jack If it's in hot pink then it's on my back I'm young and I'm black and the world is my oyster Watchin Top Chef on my European sofa These n***az so fake like an old toupee So clear call this sh** Blu-Ray [Chorus - first 1/2] [Childish Gambino] Take me to a hospital, call me ebola And a n***a flow sweet, so I spit Coca-Cola And my boys sold boulders, but I gotta do it my way We grindin the same, but we usin different pathways Gotta make ends meet, a means to an end And I hate seein n***az usin "grind" for pretend Cause this ain't pretend, and I ain't pretendin We eatin out late like I hang with the Gremlins Call David Geffen, we about to switch places The game is a hold, got a pocket full of aces Boy I'm a phenom, I can't be stopped Had my R.A. pager on my first day at 30 Rock Headed for big things like I'm runnin Salma Hayek Four Seasons plus no more work at the Hyatt I'm fly and I'm high like a pilot But you can't see me like an eyelid, vibin Uhh! [Chorus]

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