47.48 Songtext
von Childish Gambino

Little girl, thirteen, broke down
The violence
Little boys playing ′round, shot down
The violence, the violence
Baby girl, baby daddy, east-headed
The violence, the violence
The violence, the violence
Cut him up, any gang, they're the same
The violence, the violence, oh

Don′t worry 'bout tomorrow
The violence, the violence
Don't worry ′bout tomorrow
The violence, the violence

Beat him up, keep him down
Light him up, the violence
Never say what you see, keep quiet
The silence, the silence


Little boy, little girl
Are you scared of the world?
Is it hard to live?
Just take care of your soul
Let the beauty unfold
You′ll get through it

Don't worry ′bout tomorrow
The violence, the violence
The violence, the violence
Don't worry ′bout tomorrow
The violence, the violence
The violence, the violence


What do you love?
I love... who do I love?
Yeah, who do you love?
Me?
Yeah
Anybody else?
Mom and Hulalo, and Santa
And I love and I love Roland
And I love myself
That's those are good answers
Those are really good answers
Do you love yourself?
I do love myself
Does mommy love herself?
Absolutely
Mom
Do you love yourself?
Yeah, I do
You best or (Do both)