Candler Road
Childish Gambino
Candler Road

[Prod. by Tim Suby] 

[Verse 1]

Ain’t lovin’ these fake hoes, room smellin’ like 8 Swishers

Room service like 2K, NBA, I’m ballin’, nigga

All them niggas, fallin’ like Autumn, nigga

Talkin’ shit, I saw them niggas, now their daughter want a picture

Rough ain’t it? Fuck famous

Niggas too real, got the most haters

Wrote a story so Stephen Curry: how it feel to be golden?

Why was I chosen?

Hanalei Bay with my bae, what can I say?

I did it, my timin’ was perfect, I’m comin’, they know it

Becomin’ the last great American poet

The flow Lindsay Lohan

Tired, nigga, retired, nigga

My word is art like a hieroglyphic

What island is this?

Cabernet, I can smell a tarp

She wanna swim but can barely walk

She ‘fraid of sharks, she’d hate my lawyer

Atlanta, Georgia, got somethin’ for yah

I’m doin’ somethin’, stay with it

I sport the Oakland A fitted

Cause this money ballin’, I’m throwin’ funny

But all the kids’ll go get it, God dammit I’m ill

I got one question for the haters, is your girl on the pill?

I’m playin’ though, but like really, really?


Oh man

Oh man, oh man, oh man

I got a hook for this, it’s like




I love you all the time

Somethin’ like that

[Verse 2]

I’m the man forever

They can’t let a nigga live cause the life is better

85 everyday, why’d I bring this sweater?

I fell asleep on the beach, tiny pink umbrella

Fell out of my drink, she yellin’, “What we doin’ tonight?”

50k their first week, you ain’t doin’ it right

Young Bino best friends with the show promoters

Good year, my career is floatin’, it’s all me

Cause I stay real, the worst pain, niggas don’t feel

Cause they ain’t feel a nigga, tried to kill a nigga

But he still went stupid

Silver stones honorin’ the game so clueless

These niggas ain’t us

Hopin’ that I diss you back so I can make you famous

I’m just tired of haters

The AK goin’ off, sound like cicadas

We the clique all day, man I’m so Decatur

Me and Fam backstage, yeah I know you hate us

But you gotta pay us

Let 'em speak at my peak in the game for a minute

But I don’t know how

All these light skinned niggas came back in style

Ye lied to us, pretty girls at my concerts

Flow so cold so you know it was my verse

Stank attitude but I like the way she diddy bop

Puffin’ white O’s, body bang somethin’ Nitty Scott

They want the old Bino so they try to rewind

The new Bino too ahead of his time

In a couple of years, they’ll have to say I birthed a couple careers

Chances are get your boy a couple of ears, you know it




Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh

Ilove you all the time

I don’t have words for this part

But I know it should sound like this


To love you all the time