Lyrics Childish Gambino

Childish Gambino

Red Alert

Gin in my cup, so I ain't so sober

Girl on my dick, call me Casanova

Ribs are broken, my name is Oprah

My girl talk too but she deal in chocha

Got the gold top like I'm one of the Bradys

Birthday shit on the side, get that quick Mercedes

'Scuse me ladies! I know you wanna shoot me

like my name Jay Brady, but the cameras pay me

I wanna eat good like Rachel Ray

Pop tags on shoes on the 8th of May

My voice too high 'sposed to hold me back

They say the same fuckin thing cause I'm young and

black

Opposites attract; so not far from me

is a white dude with low voice and no money

Who gives a fuck if my voice sound funny?

Fuck friends, I got me a bi-buddy

I'm (True Life) like I'm MTV

(Hollyhood) like I'm six times three

I been goin so crisp, get dressed in a fly ass t-shirt

Nike so tight they make your fuckin feet hurt

Jealous ass niggaz when they see you rollin

Same motherfucker on Ceezie scrotum

My sneaks so bright and my girls so thick

Money so big call me Ceezie Dick

Calling all haters all across the world it's a (red

alert)

It's a (red alert), it's a

Calling all haters all across the world it's a (red

alert)

It's a (red alert), it's a

I shine so bright they should call me sunlight

Call me punk rock cause my jeans is too tight

Diesel boo boo, Michael jacket

Got one e'ry week, it's a nasty habit

Day eights and ups, that my standard

Show 'em who's boss like Tony Danza

Take it across state get the nasty plate

With my bootleg sex, why masturbate?

It's the dude from the hood that you love to hate

cause I got new shoes and I love to skate

Me and Lupe gotta (Kick) and (Push) it

Show these pussy-ass niggaz why we fuck they bush

I used to have to sweep floors just to make the ends

meet

The ends meetin like a motherfucker - ain't that sweet?

Why I'm deep with the kids like Phish on myspace

Now I'm on your (Fishscales) like I hang with Ghostface

They say black don't crack, except for Whitney

My shit don't crack, I'm fallin off like Britney

To put it simply, I lose my balance

cause I got a pink drink and it makes me tipsy

Live the high life, paid the full price

You want my advice to get the five mics?

You wanna put them fake-ass guns away

Nah I'm just kiddin nigga, you ain't got a chance

anyway!