[Hook]
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Centipede, centipede, centipede¡¦
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[Verse 1]
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¡®Bino, will you be my baby daddy
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I¡¯m too fresh, man, the world ain¡¯t never had me
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I¡¯m too fresh, man, y¡¯all ain¡¯t never gave me that
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Stone Mountain they no doubt
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And these niggas won¡¯t hold me back
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They wasn¡¯t hating him anyway
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My roommate exercise, man, he moving that heavyweight
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My girl ain¡¯t down to ride, couldn¡¯t deal with my day to day
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I¡¯m at my Grandma¡¯s house, man, like I don¡¯t know what to say
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Maybe ¡°I¡¯m sorry¡± but sorry don¡¯t pay the rent
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I promise to pay you back
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And I don¡¯t know where he at
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But tell him he missing out
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His grandson is cool as fuck
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And tell me who be standing when them other ones giving up?
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Let¡¯s keep it spontaneous, I don¡¯t need that rehearsal
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More flow, man, than Progressive commercial
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Get with the program, cause the plus loan that they putting ups on
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I got month long before I take the bus home.
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2]
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I know this music shit ain¡¯t shit
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And all these random niggas in my house make you anxious
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And I ain¡¯t never told you that our love would be painless
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But I was so in love with you I thought we could make it
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Damn, I wasn¡¯t in it
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Damn, we wasn¡¯t finished
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Damn, I got us tickets
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Damn, we went to Venice
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Prioritize on our lives and made you into a business
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That¡¯s why you wasn¡¯t surprised when I had made my decision
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Gotta make it, cause if not I¡¯m a failure, my wallet Azalea
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And my brother still moving, ain¡¯t no shit I can tell him
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Trying to keep him out of trouble, but the cops is wilding
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It¡¯s nice to have a felon when the boys get violent
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The Mexicans tried to jump me at the club
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Funny thing was I thought they were stepping to show me love
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Grandma¡¯s couch, my biggest fear and fantasy
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When I ain¡¯t in her arms all I¡¯m making is enemies
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Here I¡¯m screaming obscenities at a nigga
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Wanted to live bigger than me
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Them¡¦ projects was eatin¡¯ our concept
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If anyone walking out, what is you talking about?
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Gun Hill Road made them summers feel cold
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On the same train that my parents met on
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Twenty years later and my thoughts still ghetto
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High off of pressure, man, that¡¯s a stiletto
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Got your own couch now but you don¡¯t feel better
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[Hook]
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[Outro]
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Centipede
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Childish Gambino |