Childish Gambino

Childish Gambino - L.E.S. lyrics

rate me

[Hook]

Baby, you're the baddest

Baby, you're the baddest girl and uh

Nobody else matters

Nobody else matters girl and uh

We're kissing in the bathroom

We're kissing in the bathroom girl and uh

I hope nobody catch us

But I kinda hope they catch us

[Verse 1]

Anyway

A New York nine's an everywhere-else six

Timewise, the opposite goes for chicks

I'm in a taxi, texting with my best friend

He's sleepin' with this girl that he met up on West End

He's lucky, she's a career woman, no kids

Most girls see the clothes and try and gold dig

Most hoes poke holes in Trojans

Most people don't fuckin' hit the lotto but my folks did

I'm a mess

That don't rhyme with shit, it's just true

Don't bring your girlfriend here, it's just you

When I'm depressed you're someone I run to

But, I guess meet me at Pianos

And cross-fadin' off of Nanos

Ugh, on that hipster shit

And you's a hipster, bitch

Yo, but not in the lame way

Like, you ain't livin' out in BK

Like, you ain't workin' on a screenplay

Like, your baby daddy ain't a DJ

Like, she listenin' to old Freeway

Cause everybody listens to Biggie, but she different

Right, that’s why your friends need wristbands?

Fuck you

And can I have this dance?

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2]

We could pretend if you want to, like

We in love and started datin' after art school

Cause either way we both lyin' more than half of the time

Except for when I’m home workin' on your graphic design

Everytime we see each other I'm takin' you home

Our relationship has gotten Sylvester Stalone

Yellow 9/11 Persian girl in the back car

But me writin' a verse the only way they buyin' a bar

White boys used to trip and send me over a gin

But they busy showin' off each other Indian friend

She got ironic tattoos on her back

That ain't ironic bitch, I love Rugrats

Watchin' lames handle they fame

They bang any broad with bangs

In a band with an animal name

Hannibal came drinkin' a handle of Jameson

Anallin' anyone is the plan for the evening

I'm kidding, stop

Girl cryin' on Ludlow

She still look good though

Love is Eastside, who are you to hate?

Movie ass, not a 10 but a Super 8

You ain't see me at the show, I was super great

Hotel penthouse, go on and let it roominate

City never sleeps, so I guess I'm never slept on

Did everything I could, then I kept goin'

[Hook x2]

[Break]

Ooh girl, I wanna know

Are you ready to cry, cause I'm no good, no good

Ooh girl, I wanna try

I'm an awful guy and I'm always away

And I'm tryin' to say

I'mma piece of shit

Believe in this

I'm tellin' you

Cause we barely knew, what we had

I'm not that bad, the fun we had

Ooh

[Hook x2]

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