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—

Hollerin’ 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

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 [bad word] 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 McCallan to mess me up
With the cash we can throw out unless we [bad word] 

Dopeness

After this I hit the highway
I’m headin’ west like I’m [bad word]  blowin’ Kanye
Read the [bad word]  news, Huey Lewis, [bad word] 
You can’t go HAM, you’s a Jewish [bad word] 

Donald Glover, you don’t have to call me "Childish"
Except for when I’m flirting with your half-Latino stylist
Photoshoot, beachhouse playin’ Beach House, free wireless
So I can post these pictures on my Web site 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 [bad word] it take so long for?!”
What the [bad word] has changed? Is it swagger? Is it money?
I still dress the [bad word]  same and my nose is still as ugly
As the day you [bad word]  met me

They tellin’ me I’m the rapper for these white kids
‘Cause black kids can’t possibly like the same [bad word] 
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 [bad word] and finger blast to Frank Ocean
Her [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
I’m Pryor in his last [bad word] who’s sick
 [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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
I am [bad word] soon, we got 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—