The Very Best - For the Fans (Warm Heart of Africa) lyrics

Childish Gambino, yeah, I got that swagger Yeah, a hater mad but it just don't matter These girls all know that I got that cheddar But it on a sandwich and eat it off a platter My mouth vacationin', chillin' on her lawn It's amazing how I'm off but I'm on Lame n***as try to make a move like pawn I'm the one and only Bambi no fawn Give me that track, man, leave it to professionals I am just a rapper, man, talk like a vegetable Don't be surprised, my face don't change A n***a make waves like a baseball game I'mma do me so hard I'll get pregnant Will I have another me? n***a, trick question There's only one of me like the G in this sentence G for Gambino, wear a crown like dentures Thanks to the fans, love ya like family No I don't remember when my mouth lost its sanity Nerdy girls, hipster, Frye boots, hoodie Make me wanna f** the whole word in a good way And if I can't say he is so handsome Get like me, that's the sick boy anthem I am just a rapper, so I'm not speakin' And I won't stop like a vampire's weekend Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick… (Is hip-hop hereditary? I don't know Oh, the boys move fast, you should take it slow Well, we all need someone to tell us when to go A beat-box imaginary in the show All your shell-toes lined up in a row All your favorite breaks, your favorite ELO)