Childish Gambino - All Of The Lights lyrics

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-- 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 f** 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 sh** 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 gla** full of McCallan to mess me up With the cash we can throw out unless we f-ck Dopeness After this I hit the highway I'm headin' west like I'm f-ckin' blowin' Kanye Read the f-ckin' news, Huey Lewis, n-gga You can't go ham, you's a Jewish n-gga 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 Web site of her smilin' I kissed this girl I've liked since back when I was just a soph*more But I'm afraid to text her "What the f-ck it take so long for?!" What the f-ck has changed? It it swagger? Is it money? I still dress the f-ckin' same and my nose is still as ugly As the day you f-ckin' met me They tellin' me I'm the rapper for these white kids 'Cause black kids can't possibly like the same sh** 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 s** your breasts and finger blast to Frank Ocean Her p-ssy tastes like vanilla, tasty ho Clown n-ggas then I k** '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 F-ck, 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 f-cked 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 I am Donald, coming soon, we got all of the lights 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...