Childish Gambino - Red Alert lyrics

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 sh** 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 f**in 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 f** if my voice sound funny? f** 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 a** t-shirt Nike so tight they make your f**in feet hurt Jealous a** n***az when they see you rollin Same motherf**er on Ceezie scrotum My sneaks so bright and my girls so thick Money so big call me Ceezie Dick [Chorus] 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 s**, 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 p**y-a** n***az why we f** they bush I used to have to sweep floors just to make the ends meet The ends meetin like a motherf**er - 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 sh** 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-a** guns away Nah I'm just kiddin n***a, you ain't got a chance anyway! [Chorus - 2X]