Childish Gambino – Crashing Waves Lyrics

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[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 PetCo
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 CuDi]
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 CuDi]
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 CuDi]
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 CuDi]
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 CuDi]
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 CuDi]
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)