The final track on Childish Gambino’s 2013 album Because the Internet. In the corresponding screenplay, this song corresponds to the credits.

This song shows how The Boy reflects Childish Gambino.

Andrew… Read More [Intro]

I'm fly

[Verse 1]

Man made the web, you don't need a name (Yeah)

Man made of faults, I ain't too ashamed

Every thought I had, put it in a box (Box)

Everybody see it just before the cops

Trolling, trolling, trolling these niggas

Rickrolling these niggas

They mad 'cause they don't know any better

"Hold up, it's the kid—quick, tell him he can't sit with us!"

Fuck it, got money, bought friends like I'm TBS

VVS, I can see it all with the clarity

Real deep, hope they dig a nigga 'fore they bury me

Even though we were told to go where they wouldn't go

Hella slow, that's that dial-up, watch it pile up, fly

[Chorus]

Andrew Auernheimer

Pulling on her weave, it's that Andrew Auernheimer

Andrew Auernheimer

Pulling on her weave, it's that Andrew Auernheimer

Andrew Auernheimer

Pulling on her weave, it's that Andrew Auernheimer

Andrew Auernheimer

Pulling on her weave, it's that Andrew Auernheimer

[Verse 2]

We are the dreams of our parents lost in the future

Who hide the deepest desires and wear a mask like a lucha—

Door open, we were smoking in the hotel

The vapors went through the hallway, the manager pissed as hell

I mean, where's the line between Donny-G and Gambino?

He hang with girls like he Lena, but needed some time to re-up

Tequila in the cantina, thirty dollars I swallowed

The Sauza so malo (I nuzzled my Nyla)

And then she said, "You need to grow up

You been doing this for too long

That Camp was a million years ago, sing me a different song."

Whether you're trolling or controlling, just a reminder

You think you get it, you don't, it's that Andrew Auernheimer

I'm gone—now I'm back

Give a fuck or give 'em hell, just not a chance to react

Tyler Durden, this burden hurting, they said there was curtains

Certain demise, look in his eyes, the pain inadvertent

I could've stayed where I was and had a life you'd be proud of

But I'd rather chase things never thought of

It was all love, saying, "Go hard"

Making dope, it's a trap; Ackbar backfired

Panic dreams, so it seems we're meant to die

Had to figure it out; "It's the best," no, that's a lie

Had to get some stuff off my chest, I vaporized

High on my own, it took time to realize

Because the internet, mistakes are forever

But if we fuck up on this journey, at least we're together

Man, I wish I could go back and tell that kid it's make-believe

Make him believe in himself, people who needed my help

Feelings I felt, killing myself, no one's ever been this lost

I just get the information, retweet it or say it sucks

I just got the motivation, your talent's just bunch of luck

Hard work and dedication, but, lately, it's run amok

Waking up in these places I don't remember

Texts from people I never met, doors left open

(Who is this? Don't do it, where are you?

Who is this? Who is this?) I don't know who I am anymore

Still on the beat, though

Still in the game, but he move with a cheat code

Slowest connection ever, my life inside a computer

Them bands that'll make her dance, my wallet's Lollapalooza

The violence, first-person shooter

First person to move, first person to speak

My mils aren't meek, they scream in the streets

Losing my frame of reference, these pieces of shit for breakfast

Funny, the day you born, that's really your death sentence

I met this girl at a dinner, we conversatin'

She beautiful in the face, but her voice is truly amazing

Plus she write her own shit, becoming so close knit

Smoke up and talk in the evening, she helping me focus

No Anna Nicole Smith, she getting hers

Niggas take her props, like a musical, live and learn

She say she feel alone all the time, I'm similar

I meet her in my dreams, on the moon, I visit her

Every night, I text her, "I wanna solve the world, I think I need your help"

She text me, "How you gon' trust somebody when you don't trust yourself?"

I mean she right, though, .45 like a lightbulb

And I could've died like my iPhone, but I kept going like a psycho

And I took Chance like a dice roll, dropping jewels like it's puberty

Wrote a note on the glass: "You see what these labels do to me?"

Text said, "I'm wet"; I said, "Hold up, wait a minute"

H2O plus my D, that's my hood, I'm living in it

Never forget this feeling, never gon' reach a million

Eventually, all my followers realize they don't need a leader

Stay on your own shit, fuck what these clones think

Just remember that you the shit, but act like it don't stink

We were childish, but had to grow up

When you spitting real shit, eventually, you throw up

Realities like allergies, I'm afraid to go nuts

"Life: The Biggest Troll", but the joke is on us

Yeah, the joke's you showed up

[Outro]

You're here now

You have to help me

You have to help me

I need you—you have to help me

You have to help me

You have to help me

Please help me

Please help me

Please, please help me

Please—