Produced by: Childish Gambino So, what are you doing after work tonight? Uhh...he was in town, so I was thinking about hanging with him Oh, um 'cause I was thinking that we could, like, go somewhere... Well, I really—I feel like I don't get to see him and he's only in town for a couple of days Yeah, yeah, yeah, um...that's understandable but... Don't be mad I mean... You're mad But, like, why wouldn't I be? You're mad. Don't get mad The sun moves close dusty yellow gold You breathe so slow, waking up your bones Coffee's dark Just the way you like Our New York Times on the Business side Been thinkin this boy you know I kind of miss Spontaneity of life Cause this routine, it gets Kinda old, kinda soon I know we say it, but we never do Nothing, I'm here to say something The walls are closing in Feels like my soul's collecting with Dust and dew Been waiting up for you But our table's set To feed me nothing new Why don't you surprise me? Why don't you surprise me? Why don't you surprise me? Boy you never try I know, I know 6 o'clock, here you come I know, I know Have dinner, go to the bed I know, I know Sitting up alone I know, I know And drinking wine to the head