Centipede Lyrics - Singles - Childish Gambino

Mm mm mm 

Doo doo doo da da da dum dum beh 

Oh, eh, oh 

Lost all of our woe 

We lost all of our whoa-oh, sad love songs 

Hey centipede, centipede, centipede, centipede, centipede... 

Oh, eh, oh 

Lost all of our woe 

We lost all of our whoa-oh, sad love songs 

Hey centipede, centipede, centipede... 

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'Bino, will you be my baby daddy, yup 

I'm too fresh, man, the world ain't never had me, yup 

I'm too fresh, man, y'all ain't never gave me that 

Stone Mountain, ain't no doubting, and these niggas won't hold me back 

They wasn't hating him anyway 

My roommate exercise, man, he moving that heavyweight 

My girl ain't down to ride, couldn't deal with my day to day 

I'm at my Grandma's house, man, like I don't know what to say 

Maybe "I'm sorry" but sorry don't pay the rent 

I promise to pay you back and I don't know where he at 

But tell him he missing out, his grandson is cool as fuck 

And tell me who be standing when them other ones giving up? 

Let's keep it spontaneous, I don't need that rehearsal 

More flow, man, than Progressive commercials 

Get with the program, cause the plus loan ain't putting us on 

I got month long before I take the bus home 

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Oh, eh, oh 

Lost all of our woe 

We lost all of our whoa-oh, sad love songs 

Hey centipede, centipede, centipede... 

I know this music shit ain't shit 

And all these random niggas in my house make you anxious 

And I ain't never told you that our love would be painless 

But I was so in love with you I thought we could make it 

Damn, I wasn't in it, damn, we wasn't finished 

Damn, I got us tickets, damn, we went to Venice 

Prioritize on our lives and made you into a business 

That's why you wasn't surprised when I had made my decision 

Gotta make it, cos if not I'm a failure, my wallet Azalea 

And my brother still moving, ain't no shit I can tell him 

Trying to keep him out of trouble, but the cops is wilding 

It's nice to have a felon when the boys get violent 

The Mexicans tried to jump me at the club 

Funny thing was I thought they were stepping to show me love 

Grandma's couch, my biggest fear and fantasy 

When I ain't in her arms all I'm making is enemies 

Here I'm screaming obscenities at a nigga 

Wanted to live bigger than me 

Them Edenwald projects was eatin' our concept 

Of anyone walking out, what is you talking about? 

Gun Hill Road made them summers feel cold 

On the same train that my parents met on 

Twenty years later and my thoughts still ghetto 

High off of pressure, man, that's a stiletto 

Got your own couch now but you don't feel better 

Oh, eh, oh 

Lost all of our woe 

We lost all of our whoa-oh, sad love songs 

Hey centipede, centipede, centipede... 

Cause if not, I'm a failure 

Cause if not, I'm a failure 

Cause if not, I'm a failure 

"It's not an unholy nigga, it's a Arab nigga in the store. 

You know what he want? Money, nigga. 

You know what your bitch want, you know why they feel they can't fuck with you? Cause you don't have no money, my nigga. 

Bitches do not want a nigga with no money. 

Did you not learn this in Harlem? 

Lesson number one. You can't keep saying you a Harlem nigga and you don't want that skrilla, nigga. 

Come on B, it's home of the hustlers, nigga. 

Nigga, that's all you gotta understand. 

It's the hood nigga. It's make guap or die, nigga." 

"What do you think? Cause he gotta know, my nigga. 

Money is not evil, nigga. 

Go tell them niggas in Polo you don't wanna make no money, nigga. 

What they gon' say, "Oh, he right"? Hell no, nigga. 

You think niggas like selling crack and shit nigga? 

You think niggas like putting crack in they ass nigga, and selling cracks out they ass? 

You think niggas like shooting niggas, my nigga? 

You think niggas like tucking packs? 

You think niggas like baggin up? 

You know how boring baggin' up is, my nigga? 

It's so boring, my nigga. 

There is no underground, Joe Budden is on his fourth mixtape selling shit. 

The underground is Koch, nigga. 

There is no underground nigga. 

You don't see Raekwon or none of these niggas on the block. 

There's no more block, nigga, it's over for the block. 

You ask any nigga on the block, do they wanna be on the block? 

They gon' say no, nigga. Get your money, man. 

Stop trying to be gooned out 

"Hood niggas don't want to be—" 

"Hood niggas don't want to be hood niggas, my nigga. 

Everything niggas do, everything niggas do in the hood is for money, my nigga. What's one thing that niggas do in the hood that ain't for money? 

What bitch would want a nigga with no money? 

Huh? Huh!? Yo, slime! It's your time."