Red Alert Lyrics - Childish Gambino

1 Gin in my cup, so I ain't so sober

2 Girl on my dick, call me Cassinova

3 Real talk (?), my name is Oprah

4 My girl talk too but she deal in (?)

5 Got the gold top like I'm one of the Brady's

6 Birthday shit on the side, (get that quick) Mercedes

7 'Scuse me ladies! I know you wanna shoot me

8 Like my name's Jay Brady, but the camera's (?)

9 I wanna eat good Iike Rachel Ray

10 (Pop tags on) shoes (?)

11 My voice too high 'sposed to hold me back

12 They say the same fucking thing cause I'm young and black

13 Opposites attract

14 So not far from me is white dude with low voice and no money

15 Who gives a fuck if my voice sound funny

16 Fuck friends, I got me a bi-buddy

17 I'm true life Iike I'm MTV

18 Hollyhood like I'm six times three

19 (I been goin') so crisp, get dressed in a fly ass t-shirt

20 Nike so tight they make your fuckin' feet hurt

21 Jealous ass niggas when they see you rollin'

22 Same motherfucker on (?) scrotum

23 My sneeks so bright, and my girls so thick

24 Money so big call me Cici's dick

25 (Hook)

26 Calling all haters all across the world it's a (red alert)

27 It's a (red alert), it's a

28 Calling all haters all across the world it's a (red alert)

29 It's a (red alert), it's a

30 (Verse 2)

31 I shine so bright they should call me sunlight

32 Call me punk rock cause my jeans is too tight

33 Diesel boo boo, (?) jacket

34 Got one e'ry week. It's a nasty habit

35 (?) and ups, that my standard

36 Show 'em who's boss like Tony Danza

37 Take it across state get the nasty plate

38 (?) sex why I masturbate

39 It's the dude from the hood that you love to hate

40 Cause I got new shoes and I love to skate

41 Me and Lupe got it kick push

42 To show these pussy ass niggas why we fuck they bush

43 I used to have to sweep floors just to make the ends meet

44 The ends meetin' like a motherfucker. Ain't that sweet?

45 Why I'm deep with the kids like Phish on myspace

46 Now I'm on your fish scales like I hang with Ghostface

47 They say black don't crack, except for Whitney

48 My shit don't crack, I fall off like Britney

49 To put it simply, I lose my balance

50 Cause I got a pink drink and it makes me tipsy

51 Live the high life, make the full price

52 You want my advice to get the five mics

53 You wanna put them fake ass guns away

54 Nah, I'm just kiddin' nigga, you ain't got a chance anyway

55 (Hook) x 2