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[Hook: Gambino] Free at last, at last, free at last Now I'm free at last, free at
[Verse 1: Gambino] Hair smell like OG, write verse on no sleep breathe, it's so deep, can't breathe, it's so deep Nosebleeds are seats Courtside, a girl with an ass like a horse ride And she bad for my heart like a pork rind, attack Tell that nigga I was poor and I goin' back But now I'm richer, all I need's a fuckin' check the time, been gone for a minute Somebody the dick, I've been long for a minute Sean Paul for a minute, man gimme the I'm prayin' that these niggas see me tonight I'm that a bitch start actin' right I movies, dude, I met Arca like The Han Solo neck, the fro's The carbon era, Arm & Hammer Two shots for y'all, too drunk to I an email, the text was too long I'm outside, you're takin' too long To take you to the to get your groove on, I hate the club I'm sittin' in the with the vapor, burn through the paper My life is on purpose, you must be I butcher these rappers, just home the bacon Ah, shit, I hurt myself, lines so fire, man I myself [?] And suckin' a dick when I'm finished, pause, I ain't a player, I just stunt a lot, I ain't old, I done a lot Watchin' these women count So why they eatin' my Captain D's? My architect has to learn Nah, nah, they hold me The goes mild, lost in the world that was gone for a while a coke in her smile Model diet, he is who he says man, I don't buy it, I buy it I don't really know, 'til the fat sing Oh Figaro 'Til my all sayin', oh, you didn't know? Turnt up on the worst stuff, one with a hurt lung I'm at the drive thru a no IQ nigga sayin' Serve somethin', somethin'
Childish Gambino]