Ruben Rivera - I. Crawl lyrics

[Produced by Childish Gambino & Christian Rich] [Hook: Kai] Where we were, kinda thing Betcha crawl, all alone Where we were, kinda thing Betcha crawl, all alone Where we were, kinda thing Betcha crawl, all alone Where we were, kinda thing Betcha crawl, all alone [Verse 1: Childish Gambino] (Who am I?) Rec League, I ain't paying to ball Y'all B-string like a broke guitar And I still put it down like the family dog Yeah, I murder some, I murder one Explain it all, Ferguson We ain't gotta sing the same old love song Cut a white girl with the same black gloves on Yeah, what you saying to it? Old money look, no money don't do it Make 'em turn around in their lane like a U-ey And I'm only looking back if I'm looking at her booty (At her booty) What's the rationale? They wanna smoke n***as when they black & mild So we acting out—okay, cool [Hook: Kai] Where we were, kinda thing Betcha crawl, all alone Where we were, kinda thing Betcha crawl, all alone Where we were, kinda thing Betcha crawl, all alone Where we were, kinda thing Betcha crawl, all alone [Verse 2: Childish Gambino] Blue dream by the bouquet 'Til I'm blue-faced on a Tuesday Can I have some? "#n***asBeLike", put a +18 on an e-vite And I said what I felt, no re-write Nah, nah, they can't hold me June, July—drop something I double dare you, I'm Marc Summers I scorch winters, I burn autumns Gut n***as, so Kurt Vonne Elle Varner, got a crush on her I gotta wait in line for that Ain't nobody got time for that Ain't nobody gotta rhyme with that Too true like it's 2 Chainz Blue blood like he both gangs [Hook: Kai] Where we were, kinda thing Betcha crawl, all alone Where we were, kinda thing Betcha crawl, all alone Where we were, kinda thing Betcha crawl, all alone Where we were, kinda thing Betcha crawl, all alone