[Verse 1]
You never seen a man so calm in your life
They afraid of this might
And I got the type of mind to grind into that white light
I rock the mic inside the china shop and spit that bull shit, this ain’t no bullshit
It’s eating past after the stomach full shit
No eating ass, no groceries, I ate at restaurants
They serve me well since I’m a baby of the Kant renaissance
You may recall my marvelous reconnaissance
I never forget, like elephants on 4chan
Remember I’m a poor man, but got a fucking kingdom up in here
Where the beer flows like memes, seeded without a peer
See I had it up to here, all these doubters in my ear
Tryna tell me I don’t have the whole world up on my spear (what you do?)
I Van Gogh ’em, pretend I don’t know ’em
Too busy showboatin’ to roast ’em, the flames floatin’
No jokes, see my quotes remain potent
Even in the casket, I’ll be one to close it
I’m a poet and I know it, see I could do some good
But these demons in my ear make me feel misunderstood
Lord knows, my intentions are hood
And I rub it in a little bit more than I should
But what would you do if you were great and you knew it?
I put up a page, I get in my range
I open up a vein and let a river run through it
You call it music
(that’s close enough)

[Hook]
Hoe, one two-’til my voice is hoarse
Hoe, one two-’til my voice is hoarse
Hoe, one two-’til my voice is hoarse
Guaranteed to rock, rock, rock the mic
Hoe, one two-’til my voice is hoarse
Hoe, one two-’til my voice is hoarse
Hoe, one two-’til my voice is hoarse
Then take a pause

[Verse 2]
I get my dinner on from intercom psalms and scratch an itching inner palm
Give a Ted Talk about shitting on ’em and spitting on and on
They wonder what arithmetic I’m riffing on
They wonder what this written on
"since when he get his Merv Griffin on?"
I wonder who I’m pissing off
Bump missives in the whip, run crystals for the glisten
Dump crystal down the sink up in the kitchen
I run missiles in my whistler
Children for my pisser
When these women call me Mr. J know I came to slay like a gay man
Shade like a Ray Ban, you know I’m here to stay
You can find me ’round the way like a waistband
Writing ’bout my stay on some ‘how to be a man when you hate man’
L.A., the home of human spray tan
Heard it from the grapevine in that gray van, with many a gray band
I give a damn on some frankly my dear, whoever made me had some great ideas
My parents built me, yeah I’m straight IKEA
Had this voice to God since I was five feet uh
Drinking wine, eating divine pita
Kissing that cross, now they kissing my crosshairs
When I rap on beats that sound like a video game boss lair—shit
In my pauses I hear Ric Flair trippin’
Yeah my quips could carry trips like some big bear visions
Yeah these words are so sharp I give some thin air stitches
Got a hole in space-time where I state my business

[Hook]
Hoe, one two-’til my voice is hoarse
Hoe, one two-’til my voice is hoarse
Hoe, one two-’til my voice is hoarse
Guaranteed to rock, rock, rock the mic
Hoe, one two-’til my voice is hoarse
Hoe, one two-’til my voice is hoarse
Hoe, one two-’til my voice is hoarse
Then take a pause, and you know, of course

[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)