Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Late Night In Kauai, artist - Childish Gambino.
Date of issue: 02.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Late Night In Kauai |
One time I was at the beach |
And we were looking at the stars |
And this girl was laying next to me |
And the blanket that we had was, had stars on it as well |
So it looked liked we were just floating in an abyss |
Honestly, when I see her face I just smile I guess |
I mean, our cars came and the lights were on on them so we could see what the |
waves look like |
I’ll be waiting here on the sand |
I remember that first night |
You were wearing a power ranger black T-shirt |
So was I, a different color, so was Moey and his brother |
Not as pure, so insecure |
The times have changed |
But really we just looked up at the stars |
For a couple hours, turned off all the lights on the cars |
The world was ours it was yours—it was mine |
The time flew by like it was prime time and I’m inside of |
Life, you shouldn’t be my wife you should just be with me |
On this beautiful night |
Maybe we can make things right |
Maybe we can do it without any spite |
It’s just for tonight, and we hope it doesn’t end |
So we drive back to our homes chilling with our friends |
Balling like Jabari Parker, they say I look like him |
If we met bet it would be awkward break out the Sudafed |
Cause the flow cold, like a SoCo |
I was smoking smoking John Lennon where my Yoko? |
This that call yo grandma you ain’t ready yet |
Verbal mania, imma show you the illest, get my cousin to kill it |
Had a flow but you steal it, I’m in the mood so we ball out |
Got the top down in the back we could fall out |
We could fall out, nigga we could fall out |
Your girlfriend push a Prius, she giving me that genius |
Mensa, we that Tony Danza |
Wine on the rug man you know that shit expensive |
I’m on that Willy Wonka, green so Blanka |
Vape so good and the pot like lobster |
Nigga, I’m a monster, fuck it, I’m a mon-star |
Man, I got this beat I’m going ham like a cop car |
That’s unless you see me pulling up on the boulevard |
Turn them flashing lights, at least you know who you really are |
We are becoming god |
We are becoming god |
We are becoming god |
We are becoming god |
We are becoming god |
We are becoming god |
We are becoming god |
We are becoming god |
We are becoming god |
We are becoming god |
I guess this ending’s the best for me |
But I can’t leave you behind |
You know that I never wanted to see what’s on your mind |
Goddamn, Goddamn, Goddamn |
Yo it’s kinda hard not to like, get fucking cheesy on this shit |
But, does that even matter? |
You know what I’m saying, juxtaposition man |
Juxta-fucking-position |
My nigga Jaden Smith dropping jewels and niggas don’t believe him cause he’s |
Jaden Smith |
But it’s all about packaging right? |
Real shit though, good and bad is all relative man |
It really is, a lot of niggas is sheep |
We don’t even know what we like anymore |
We just know what the most hype is |
Shit, do you really like that shit you like? |
Or you like the way they gave it to you? |
You know what I’m saying? |
Pepsi, Coca-Cola same thing |
Dave Chapelle said that, the one that taste the best |
Was the one that was paying him the most at the time |
That’s all that happens with us man |
We some weak niggas man, all of us |
Followers, sheeps, plural made that shit up |
Apologin' ain’t no real word my nigga |
We know this, but he knows more cause he broke the rules that don’t even |
fucking exist man |
Funny thing is man is like, as a futurist |
And I can call myself a futurist |
Nobody is even going to give a fuck until I’m gone |
So does it even matter? |
Yes it does… |