[Intro] Turn on the lights in here, baby Extra bright, I want y’all to see this Turn on the lights in here, baby Know what I mean, want you to see everything Want you to see all of the—
[Verse 1] Hollerin’ at this Japanese girl, Asian mommy But is it too soon for Japanese girls? Too tsunami? Is it racist if I say she tastes like edamame? Was I supposed to stay uncool? Please remind me (What the fuck is up?) Yeah, it’s Cheezy, ho I’m so cheesy, ho, my swag’s got high cholesterol I know y’all girls, I met them all You're her ex-man like Cannonball I ain’t got shit to say to ya, I’m known for bad behavior Look at me Man, I went to the W from Double Tree Makin’ out with girls who black and yellow like a bumblebee Can I live up to all this hype they have for me? It’s hard to tell But these girls I’m kissin’ chase the blues away like Gargamel I’m back in the game, coach put me in T-Pain flow, all I do is win With a glass full of Macallan to mess me up And the cash we can throw at them unless we fuck Dopeness After this I hit the highway I’m headin’ west like I’m fuckin’ blowin’ Kanye Read the fuckin’ news, Huey Lewis, nigga You can’t go H·A·M, you’s a Jewish nigga Donald Glover, you don’t have to call me "Childish" Except for when I’m flirting with your half-Latino stylist Photoshoot, beach house playin’ Beach House, free wireless So I can post these pictures on my website of her smilin’ I kissed this girl I’ve liked since back when I was just a sophomore But I’m afraid to text her “What the fuck it take so long for?!” What the fuck has changed? Is it swagger? Is it money? I still dress the fuckin’ same and my nose is still as ugly As the day you fuckin’ met me They tellin’ me I’m the rapper for these white kids ‘Cause black kids can’t possibly like the same shit I wanna bring you back to the studio, try and get your number These black girls with natural hair who keep up with their tumblrs I like it when you tweet me, you smell like baby lotion I wanna suck your breasts and finger blast to Frank Ocean Her pussy tastes like vanilla, tasty ho Clown niggas then I kill ‘em, Gacy flow It’s crazy how these labels and these blogs are on my dick I’m Pryor in his last years: comedian who’s sick Fuck, but I am sick, seriously, I don’t feel so good ‘Cause I don’t get sleep, and I’m always travelin’ And I don’t go home, and my friends don’t call ‘Cause I turned off my phone I’ve made mistakes, I bumped my head Inside of this girl, inside of my bed Whatever, man, I’m just havin’ fun I’m sorry that I fucked her but now you know that she’s not the one I’m doin’ you a favor, like every time I rhyme or write a script or do a movie There’s a million ways to shine, choose one Instead of what you’re doing tonight IAMDONALD, coming soon, we've got all of the lights
[Outro] Turn on the lights in here, baby Extra bright, I want y’all to see this Turn on the lights in here, baby Know what I mean, want you to see everything Want you to see all of the—Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
