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Not Going Back
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Childish Gambino
Childish Gambino
Vocals
Ludwig Göransson
Ludwig Göransson
Guitar
Erik Arvinder
Erik Arvinder
Violin
Beldina Malaika
Beldina Malaika
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Childish Gambino
Childish Gambino
Composer
Ludwig Göransson
Ludwig Göransson
Songwriter
Donald Glover
Donald Glover
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Childish Gambino
Childish Gambino
Producer
Ludwig Göransson
Ludwig Göransson
Producer
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer
Chris Vogel
Chris Vogel
Mixing Engineer
Ryan McClure
Ryan McClure
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

It seems like they all want me to fail But I'm not going back Not going back, baby Please tell me you don't want me to fail 'Cause I'm not going back Not going back 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 Goddamn, 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 It seems like they all want me to fail But I'm not going back Not going back, baby Please tell me you don't want me to fail 'Cause I'm not going back Not going back Dirty girls love my dick, they're cockroaches Jewish girls eat my meat, it's not kosher Relax, black chick, I think that I have offended thee Got nothin' against the sisters, 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're looking 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 'im" 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 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 (be) But it isn't with me (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
Writer(s): Donald Mckinley Glover Ii, Ludwig Emil Tomas Goransson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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