Crashing Waves

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]

Watching haters wonder why Gambino got the game locked

Half-Thai thickie, all she wanna do is Bangkok

Got her hair done, French braids now she A$AP

Bino so insensitive, she asking, "Why you say that?!"

I'm chillin', real nigga feeling

Rich kid, asshole: paint me as a villain

Still spitting that cash flow: DJ Khaled

I got a penthouse on both coasts: pH balance

Real nigga, I rep those, why though? Cause I said so

Hip deep in the Pepto, I got five on her like Ben Folds

I got more tail than that Pet
Co

You faker than some Sweet'N Low

Yeah, you got some silverware

But really are you eating though?

Are you eating though? Nigga, are you eating though?

Breakfast, lunch and dinner's for beginners

You ain't even know—

Never catching cases, why they faces look so E-M-O?

Watch a hater hate me, wanna play me like a piano

My architect know Japanese, yo' girl, she jocking these

No hands like soccer teams and y'all fuck boys like Socrates

You niggas ain't copping these, niggas ain't looking like me

Nah, I ain't checking I.D. but I bounce 'em with no problem

Tell 'em, Problem (Problem!)



[Hook: KiD Cu
Di]

Salutations to all you can call me Cudi

Or Mr. Extravagant cause I'm gettin' my money

Way my doors are swayin' its like a bird on wheels

You can come to Ohio and you can see how it feels

Yeah I see you with that

But you should be on this

It's that Henney and Cocoa-Cola

Come over and sit

Won't you tell me your name

Tell me where you be at

I know you know that them hot

But I don't wana hear that



[Verse 2: KiD Cu
Di]

Yep yep, you got it, right

Now don't get left get on your good foot it's only right

That you step and keep boppin' til this shit unfamiliar

If you main line got time then I be drillin' her

I keep you in my realm I keep you in the sound

I keep myself up high because the haze by the pound

And my imagination you can look all over the nation

And the girls gon twerk it

Cause the vibe is poppin'

As well as the bottle

Keep it rockin' don't stop em

At the Motel-8

We can park out front

Yeah the flow is unleaded

You sucka niggas will front

Yeah cause I'm super-cudder-realistic-leaner-ali-docius

And rap ferocious I been coaching the league

I bobble head the public if you love it M dub it

Blood sweat and tears homie im made of it



[Hook: KiD Cu
Di]

Salutations to all you can call me Cudi

Or Mr. Extravagant cause I'm gettin' my money

Way my doors are swayin' its like a bird on wheels

You can come to Ohio and you can see how it feels

Yeah I see you with that

But you should be on this

It's that Henney and Cocoa-Cola

Come over and sit

Won't you tell me your name

Tell me where you be at

I know you know that them hot

But I don't wana hear that



[Verse 3: Childish Gambino]

Different color, my passport, Instagram my stack load

Hashtag my day wear and your girl drink my day care

And I'm born rich, life ain't fair (silver spoon coon, ho)

Ain't nobody sicker and my Fisker, "vroom, vroom," ho

Ain't nobody—

Fiskers don't make noise when they start up...

Just so you know

Top of the Hold 'em totem, rich forever

A million was not the quota

My father owned half the MoMA and did it with no diploma

Year off, got no rules, tripping off of them toadstools

More green than my Whole Foods

And I'm too fly: Jeff Goldblum

Got a glass house in the Palisades, that a-k-a

White hood, white hood, (okay-kay-kay)

Furniture custom, you shop at IKEA

So Maserati, you whipping a Kia

Spending this money, it's longer than Nia

Live like a Coppola, me and Sofia

Waking up broke, man, wouldn't wanna be ya

Friends with the dope man, help a nigga re-up

Bring a girlfriend, man, trouble when I see her

"Err-eh-err-eh": onomatopoeia

Oh, I got my cool on! (Tailormade!)

I'm winning so they had to dump the Gatorade

And I don't give a fuck about my family name



[Hook: KiD Cu
Di]

Salutations to all you can call me Cudi

Or Mr. Extravagant cause I'm gettin' my money

Way my doors are swayin' its like a bird on wheels

You can come to Ohio and you can see how it feels

Yeah I see you with that

But you should be on this

It's that Henney and Cocoa-Cola

Come over and sit

Won't you tell me your name

Tell me where you be at

I know you know that them hot

But I don't wana hear that



[Verse 4: KiD Cu
Di]

You see I aim for a check before

I aim for sex

Niggas aim for death

They tryin' to fuck with the blessed

Ain't no fuckin' with amateurs

Run past the novas

Sip hella lean

And see who talks the slowest



[Hook: KiD Cu
Di]

Salutations to all you can call me Cudi

Or Mr. Extravagant cause I'm gettin' my money

Way my doors are swayin' its like a bird on wheels

You can come to Ohio and you can see how it feels



[Outro]

(footsteps, crashing waves, then a car drives away)