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