Childish Gambino - Break (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

Hollering 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 HAM, 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're 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
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