Not Going Back

[Hook: Childish Gambino] It seems like they all want me to fail But I’m not goin’ back Not goin’ back, baby Please tell me you don’t want me to fail ‘Cause I’m not goin’ back Not goin’ back [Verse 1: Childish Gambino] I coulda been a tragedy That’s why these fake niggas who call me pussy are mad at me ‘Cause they ain’t have the smarts or the heart Ain’t you read the fuckin’ book Things Fall Apart? I was never gonna stay the same All I ever really wanted was to change the game Spent the year kickin’ ass and takin’ names Try to tell it to your heart, Taylor Dayne Mama told me I was special when them test scores came in Callin’ me the new Will Smith, that’s Jaden Callin’ me a faggot when I’m rappin’, that’s hatin’ I need to slow down, what the fuck is y’all sayin’ Step inside the party, y’all niggas is mood killers My lifestyle simple, live easy and Bruce Willis I’m the boss, Michael Scott, y’all bitches is just Phyllis Set the world on fire, y’all motherfuckers is chillin’, what is this That’s why these fuckin’ MCs want their asses back Don’t you know that I’m a rapist, ask a track Whiskey-sippin’, wanna drink the whole bottle But these smart middle-class black kids need a role model Fuckin’ hate me, that’s what I’m used to Suck a dick, we the shit, Metamucil God damn, man, there’s gotta be a better way Than pill-poppin’ all these drugs so I can stay awake Like I’m Jessie in this bitch, I’m so excited There’s a party at the top, you ain’t invited But it’s lame, and all the bitches is fake You think about your old girl and how breakin’ up’s a mistake Black dudes assume I’m closeted or kinda gay White people confused like girl on Glee and Gabourey IAmDonald is a full-time job These niggas want me to fail so they can write me off [Hook] [Verse 2: Childish Gambino] Dirty girls love my dick, they’re cock-roaches Jewish girls eat my meat, it’s not kosher Relax, black chick, I think that I have offended thee Got nothin’ against the sistas, I just don’t think they’re into me I am not a thug, AKA: what they pretend to be I am just myself, AKA: my worst enemy Yeah, bitch, cut the swag with a fuckin’ knife I come hard like my life keep her pussy tight It’s cool, though, it’s all good You want a dude who keep it real, and stay hood I’m sorry, babe, but I act me I don’t act Black, whatever that be I’m just happy these girls seem into me now Yeah, they lookin’ for some In N Out, animal style With this lettuce, cheese, bread, makin’ sandwiches That’s why you niggas fail like all of your parents’ marriages Ran into Rashida Jones, told me that she heard my song When I called her mixed like the crowd at my last show She said to write her somethin’ nice on the next track But she cute, so I wrote her ass a whole rap Man, I threw that shit away, it felt dumb Believe me, it was bad, we’re better off, you’re welcome I worked hard on that song like day and night That whole song, made this one verse crazy, right? I guess it all goes somewhere, you know that Like that bullshit you talked before Culdesac I didn’t know he had it in him Couldn’t see me as Spider-Man, but now I’m spittin’ venom Now you payin’ attention, pick your fuckin’ face up When I wanna be a superhero I just wake up Renaissance man with a Hollywood buzz I refuse to go back to not likin’ who I was, because [Outro: Beldina Malaika] Fake love, these fake dreams These fake sounds All the things that we felt Your voice was screaming too loud I know what you’re ready to be But it isn’t with me So I’m ready to leave you alone I don’t really wanna fight like this I don’t ever wanna lose your kiss All I ever wanted was someone to hold on to I just wanna be your girl Everything you haven’t heard Plus, I just wanna be with you (With you) With you (With you) With you (With you) I just wanna be with you (With you) With you (With you) With you