Childish Gambino - LES Lyrics

Baby, youÂ’re the baddest
Baby, youÂ’re the baddest girl and uh
Nobody else matters
Nobody else matters girl and uh
WeÂ’re kissing in the bathroom
WeÂ’re kissing in the bathroom girl and uh
I hope nobody catch us
But I kinda hope they catch us

[Verse 1]
A New York nineÂ’s an everywhere-else six
Timewise, the opposite goes for chicks
IÂ’m in a taxi, texting with my best friend
HeÂ’s sleepinÂ’ with this girl that he met up on West End
HeÂ’s lucky, sheÂ’s a career woman, no kids
Most girls see the clothes and try and gold dig
Most hoes poke holes in Trojans
Most people donÂ’t fuckinÂ’ hit the lotto but my folks did
IÂ’m a mess
That donÂ’t rhyme with shit, itÂ’s just true
DonÂ’t bring your girlfriend here, itÂ’s just you
When IÂ’m depressed youÂ’re someone I run to
But, I guess meet me at Pianos
And cross-fadinÂ’ off of Nanos
Ugh, on that hipster shit
And youÂ’s a hipster, bitch
Yo, but not in the lame way
Like, you ainÂ’t livinÂ’ out in BK
Like, you ainÂ’t workinÂ’ on a screenplay
Like, your baby daddy ainÂ’t a DJ
Like, she listeninÂ’ to old Freeway
Cause everybody listens to Biggie, but she different
Right, thatÂ’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 datinÂ’ after art school
Cause either way we both lyinÂ’ more than half of the time
Except for when IÂ’m home workinÂ’ on your graphic design
Everytime we see each other IÂ’m takinÂ’ you home
Our relationship has gotten Sylvester Stalone
Yellow 9/11 Persian girl in the back car
But me writinÂ’ a verse the only way they buyinÂ’ a bar
White boys used to trip and send me over a gin
But they busy showinÂ’ off each other Indian friend
She got ironic tattoos on her back
That ainÂ’t ironic bitch, I love Rugrats
WatchinÂ’ lames handle they fame
They bang any broad with bangs
In a band with an animal name
Hannibal came drinkinÂ’ a handle of Jameson
AnallinÂ’ anyone is the plan for the evening
IÂ’m kidding, stop
Girl cryinÂ’ on a butt Fuck
She still look good though
Love is Eastside, who are you to hate?
Movie ass, not a 10 but a Super 8
You ainÂ’t see me at the show, I was super great
Hotel penthouse, go on and let it roominate
City never sleeps, so I guess IÂ’m never slept on
Did everything I could, then I kept goinÂ’

[Hook x2]

Ooh girl, I wanna know
Are you ready to cry, cause IÂ’m no good, no good
Ooh girl, I wanna try
IÂ’m an awful guy and IÂ’m always away
And IÂ’m tryinÂ’ to say
IÂ’mma piece of shit
Believe in this
IÂ’m tellinÂ’ you
Cause we barely knew, what we had
IÂ’m not that bad, the fun we had

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