Childish Gambino Move That Dope song lyrics
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Move That Dope - Childish Gambino lyrics
♪ Move That Dope ♪ official lyrics
All these haters
See you later
All that I could do
But you dont even feel me though

I know you know I know you got that power
That power
Oh, oh oh
So CG but a nigga stay real

Though I'm fly I'm ill I'm running shit
3-points, field goal
Rappers used to laugh like I tripped and fell
Cause I don't stunt a gold cross like I Christian bail
Yeah, they starin' at me jealous cause I do shows bigger
But your looks don't help, like an old gold digger
Uncool, but lyrically I'm a stone cold killer
So it's 400 blows to these Truffaut niggas

Yeah, now that's the line of the century
Niggas missed it, too busy
They lyin' 'bout penitentiary
Man, you ain't been there

Nigga you been scared
And I'm still living single like Synclaire
Lovin' white dudes who call me white and then try to hate

When I wasn't white enough to use your pool when I was 8
Stone Mountain you raised me well
I'm stared at by Confederates but hard as hell
Tight jeans penny loafers, but I still drink a Bodine

Staying on my me shit, but hated on by both sides
I'm just a kid who blowing up with my father's name
And every black "you're not black enough"
Is a white "you're all the same"

Mm Food like Rapp Snitch Knishes
Cuz its oreos, twinkies, coconuts, delicious
How many gold plaques you want inside your dining room?
I said I want a full house
They said, "You got it dude!"
All these haters

See you later
All that I could do
But you dont even feel me though
I know you know I know you got that power

That power
Oh, oh oh
Holla, holla, holla, holla at yo boy

Like yo dad when he's pissed off
Got flow, I could make a cripple crip walk
Niggas' breath stank, all they do is shit talk
People want a real man, I made 'em wait this long
Maybe if he bombs, he'll quit and keep actin'
And save paper like your aunt does with McDonald napkins

How'd it happen? Honesty did it
See all of my competition at the bodies exhibit
Yeah I bodied the limits and I get at them fakers
Motherfuck if you hate it, cremated them haters

So, my studio be a funeral
Yeah, this is our year, oh you didn't know?
Uh, yeah I'm killin' you, step inside the lion's den
Man I'm hov if the 'O' was an 'I' instead

On stage with my family in front of me

I am what I am: everything I wanna be
All these haters
See you later
All that I could do
But you dont even feel me though
I know you know I know you got that power
That power
Oh, oh oh
This is on a bus back from camp.
I'm thirteen and so are you.
Before I left for camp I imagined it would be me and three
or four other dudes I hadn't met yet, running around all
summer, getting into trouble.
It turned out it would be me and just one girl.
That's you.
And we're still at camp as long as we're on the bus and not
at the pickup point where our parents would be waiting for
us.
We're still wearing our orange camp t-shirts. We still smell
like pineneedles.
I like you and you like me and I more-than-like you, but I
don't know if you do or don't more-than-like me.
You've never said, so I haven't been saying anything all
summer, content to enjoy the small miracle of a girl
choosing to talk to me and choosing to do so again the next
day and so on.
A girl who's smart and funny and who, if I say something
dumb for a laugh, is willing to say something two or three
times as dumb to make me laugh, but who also gets weird and
wise sometimes in a way I could never be.
A girl who reads books that no one's assigned to her, whose
curly brown hair has a line running through it from where
she put a tie to hold it up while it was still wet
Back in the real world we don't go to the same school, and
unless one of our families moves to a dramatically different
neighborhood, we won't go to the same high school.
So, this is kind of it for us. Unless I say something. And
it might especially be it for us if I actually do say
something.
The sun's gone down and the bus is quiet. A lot of kids are
asleep.
We're talking in whispers about a tree we saw at a rest stop
that looks like a kid we know. And then I'm like, "Can I
tell you something?" And all of a sudden I'm telling you.
And I keep telling you and it all comes out of me and it
keeps coming and your face is there and gone and there and
gone as we pass underneath the orange lamps that line the
sides of the highway. And there's no expression on it.
And I think just after a point I'm just talking to lengthen
the time where we live in a world where you haven't said
"yes" or "no" yet.
And regrettably I end up using the word "destiny."
I don't remember in what context.
Doesn't matter.
Before long I'm out of stuff to say and you smile and say,
"okay."
I don't know exactly what you mean by it, but it seems
vaguely positive and I would leave in order not to spoil the
moment, but there's nowhere to go because we're on a bus.
So I pretend like I'm asleep and before long, I really am.
I wake up, the bus isn't moving anymore. The domed lights
that line the center aisle are all on.
I turn and you're not there.
Then again a lot of kids aren't in their seats anymore.
We're parked at the pick-up point, which is in the parking
lot of a Methodist church.
The bus is half empty. You might be in your dad's car by
now, your bags and things piled high in the trunk.
the girls in the back of the bus are shrieking and laughing
and taking their sweet time disembarking as I swing my legs
out into the aisle to get up off the bus, just as one of
them reaches my row. It used to be our row, on our way off.
It's Michelle, a girl who got suspended from third grade for
a week after throwing rocks at my head. Adolescence is doing
her a ton of favors body-wise. She stops and looks down at
me.
And her head is blasted from behind by the dome light, so I
can't really see her face, but I can see her smile. And she
says one word:
"destiny."
Then her and the girls clogging the aisles behind her all
laugh and then she turns and leads them off the bus.
I didn't know you were friends with them.
I find my dad in the parking lot. He drives me back to our
house and camp is over. So is summer
even though there's two weeks until school starts.
This isn't a story about how girls are evil or how love is
bad, this is a story about how I learned something and I'm
not saying this thing is true or not
I'm just saying it's what I learned.
I told you something.
It was just for you and you told everybody.
So I learned cut out the middle man, make it all for
everybody, always.
Everybody can't turn around and tell everybody, everybody
already knows, I told them.
But this means there isn't a place in my life for you or
someone like you.
Is it sad?
Sure.
But it's a sadness I chose.
I wish I could say this was a story about how I got on the
bus a boy and got off a man more cynical, hardened, and
mature and shit.
But that's not true.
The truth is I got on the bus a boy.
And I never got off the bus.
I still haven't.
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