Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song V. 3005, artist - Childish Gambino.
Date of issue: 09.12.2013
Song language: English
V. 3005 |
No matter what you say or what you do |
When I’m alone, I’d rather be with you |
Fuck these other niggas, I’ll be right by your side |
'Til 3005, hol' up |
Okay, hold up, wait a minute, all good just a week ago |
Crew at my house and we party every weekend so |
On the radio, that’s my favorite song |
Make me bounce around, like I don’t know, like I won’t be here long |
Now the thrill is gone, got no patience, 'cause I’m not a doctor |
Girl why is you lying, girl why you Mufasa |
Yeah, mi casa su casa, got it stripping like Gaza |
Got so high off volcanoes, now the flow is so lava |
Yeah, we spit that saliva, iPhone got message from Viber |
Either the head is so hydra, or we let bygones be bygones |
«My God, you pay for your friends?» |
I’ll take that as a compliment |
Got a house full of homies, why I feel so the opposite? |
Incompetent ain’t the half of it |
Saturdays we’re Young Lavish-ing |
Saddest shit, is I’m bad as it |
Beans they took from the cabinet (Whoa) |
Sorry, I’m just scared of the future |
'Til 3005, I got your back, we can do this, hold up |
No matter what you say or what you do |
When I’m alone, I’d rather be with you |
Fuck these other niggas, I’ll be right by your side |
'Til 3005, hol' up (Hol' up) |
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) |
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) |
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) |
Hol' up (Hol' up) |
No matter what you say or what you do |
When I’m alone, I’d rather be with you |
Fuck these other niggas, I’ll be right by your side |
'Til 3005, hol' up (Hol' up) |
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) |
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) |
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) |
Hol' up (Hol' up) |
I used to care what people thought, but now I care more |
I mean, nobody out here’s got it figured out |
So therefore, I’ve lost all hope of a happy ending |
Depending on whether or not it’s worth it, so insecure, no one’s perfect |
We spend it with no shame, we blow that like Coltrane |
We in here like Rogaine, or leave it like Cobain |
And when I’m long gone, whole crew sing a swan song |
Cause we all just ticking time bombs, got a Lambo like LeBron’s mom |
And no matter where all of my friends go, Emily, Fam, and Lorenzo |
All of them people my kinfolk, at least I think so, can’t tell |
'Cause when them checks clear, they’re not here |
'Cause they don’t care, it’s kinda sad but I’m laughing whatever happens |
Assassins, I’m stabbed in the back of my cabin |
Labrador yapping, I’m glad that it happened, I mean it |
Between us, I think there’s something special, and if I lose my mental |
Just hold my hand, even if you don’t understand, hol' up |
No matter what you say or what you do (No, no) |
When I’m alone, I’d rather be with you (You and me) |
Fuck these other niggas, I’ll be right by your side |
'Til 3005, hol' up (Hol' up) |
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) |
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) |
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) |
Hol' up |
No matter what you say or what you do |
When I’m alone, I’d rather be with you |
Fuck these other niggas, I’ll be right by your side |
'Til 3005, hol' up (Hol' up) |
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) |
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) |
Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) |
Hol' up (Hol' up) |
Hol' up, hol' up |
Hol' up, hol' up |
Hol' up, hol' up |
Hol' up, hol' up |
Na—na—na, na—na—na—na—na |
We did it! |
Yay! |
Nigga, you so thirsty |