Sunday, November 24, 2013

Childish Gambino - Sweatpants Lyrics

Childish Gambino liberates a brand new record called ‘Sweatpants’ featuring Problem on the hook. This will appear on this forthcoming album ‘Because The Internet’, which will be released on December 10th.

Sweatpants Lyrics by Childish Gambino

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Watchin' 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 askin' "why you say that?"
I'm chillin' - real nigga feeling
Rich kid, asshole - paint me as a villian
Still spittin' that cash flow - DJ Khaled
I got a penthouse on both coasts - pH balance
Real nigga, I rep those - why though? 'Cause I said so
Hip deep in that 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 eatin', though?
Are you eatin' though? Nigga, are you eatin' though?
Breakfast, lunch and dinners for beginners
You ain't even know
Never catchin' cases, why they faces look so e-m-o?
Watch a hater hate me, wanna play me like a piano
My architect know Japanese - your girl, she jockin' these
No hands like soccer teams, and y'all fuck boys like Socrates
You niggas ain't coppin' these, niggas ain't lookin' like me
Nah, I ain't checking I.D.
But I found some, with no problem - tell 'em, Problem...

[Bridge: Childish Gambino]
I'm winnin', yeah - yeah, I'm winnin' (what)
I'm winnin', yeah - yeah, I'm winnin' (what)
I'm winnin', yeah - yeah, I'm winnin' (what)
Rich kid, asshole - paint me as a villain

[Hook: Problem]
Don't be mad 'cause I'm doin' me better than you doin' you
Don't be mad 'cause I'm doin' me better than you doin' you
Don't be mad 'cause I'm doin' me better than you doin' you
Better than you doin' you - fuck it, what you gon' do?

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
Different color, my passport
Instagram my stack load
# my day wear, and your girl drank my day care
And I'm born rich, life ain't fair (silver spoon coon, hoe!)
Ain't nobody sicke, and my Fisker "vroom, vroom", hoe!
Ain't nobody...
(Fiskers don't make noise when they start up, just so you know)
Top of the holy 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 - trippin' off of them toad stools
More green than my Whole Foods
And I'm too fly, Jeff Goldblum
Got a glass house in the Palisades - that AKA
White hood, white hood - "O-KKK!"
Furniture custom, you shop at IKEA
So Maserati, you whippin' a Kia
Spendin' this money, it's longer than Nia
Just like a Coppola, me and Sofia
Wakin' up broke, man, wouldn't wanna be ya
Friends with the dopeman, help a nigga re-up
Bring a girlfriend, man, trouble when I see her
"Eheh-eheh" - onomatopoeia...
Oh, I got my cool on! (Tell 'em, man)
I'm winnin', so they had to dump the Gatorade
And I don't give a fuck about my family name