Candler Road Lyrics - Childish Gambino

I ain't lovin' these fake hoes, room smellin' like 8 Swishers 

Room service like 2K, NBA, I'm ballin', nigga 

All them niggas, fallin' like Autumn, nigga 

Talkin' shit, I saw them niggas, now their daughter want a picture 

Rough ain't it? Fuck famous 

Niggas too real, got the most haters 

Wrote a story so Stephen Curry: how it feel to be golden? 

Why was I chosen? 

Hanalei Bay with my bae, what can I say? 

I did it, my timin' was perfect, I'm comin', they know it 

Becomin' the last great American poet 

The flow Lindsay Lohan 

Tired nigga, retire nigga 

My word is art like a hieroglyphic 

What island is this? 

Cabernet, I can smell her talk 

She wanna swim but can barely walk 

She 'fraid of sharks, she'd hate my lawyer 

Atlanta, Georgia, got somethin' for yah 

I'm doin' somethin', stay wit' it 

I sport the Oakland A fitted 

Cause it's moneyball and I'm throwin' funny 

But all the kids'll go get it 

God dammit I'm ill 

I got one question for the haters, is your girl on the pill? 

I'm playin' though, but like really, really? 

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Oh man 

Oh man, oh man, oh man 

I got a hook for this, it's like 

Ba-b-ba-b-ba-ba 

B-ba-b-ba-b-ba-ba 

Na-na-di-ma-ma-ma 

I love you all the time 

Somethin' like that 

I'm the man forever 

They can't let a nigga live cause the life is better 

85 everyday, why'd I bring this sweater? 

I fell asleep on the beach, tiny pink umbrella 

Fell out of my drink, she yellin', "What we doin' tonight?" 

50k their first week, you ain't doin' it right 

Young Bino best friends with the show promoters 

Good year, my career is floatin', it's all me 

Cause I stay real, the worst pain, niggas don't feel 

Cause they ain't feel a nigga, tried to kill a nigga 

But he still went stupid 

Silver stones honorin' the game so clueless 

These niggas ain't us 

Hopin' that I diss you back so I can make you famous 

I'm just tired of haters 

The AK goin' off, sound like cicadas 

We the clique all day, man I'm so Decatur 

Me and Fam backstage, yeah I know you hate us 

But you gotta pay us 

Let 'em speak at my peak in the game for a minute 

But I don't know how 

All these light skinned niggas came back in style 

Ye lied to us, pretty girls at my concerts 

Flow so cold so you know it was my verse 

Stank attitude but I like the way she diddy bop 

Puffin' white O's, body bang somethin' Nitty Scott 

They want the old Bino so they try to rewind 

The new Bino too ahead of his time 

In a couple of years, they'll have to say I birthed a couple careers 

Chances are get your boy a couple of ears, you know it 

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Ba-b-ba-b-ba-ba 

Duh-d-duh-duh-d-duh 

Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh 

I love you all the time 

I don't have words for this part 

But I know it should sound like this 

Duh-d-duh-duh-duh-duh 

To love you all the time