[Produced By:
Childish Gambino] Free at last, at last, free at last Now I'm at last, free at last
[Verse 1: Gambino] Hair like that OG, write verse on no sleep Can't breathe, it's so deep, breathe, it's so deep Nosebleeds are seats Courtside, with a girl with an ass like a ride And she bad for my heart like a pork rind, heart Tell that nigga I was poor and I ain't back But now I'm richer, all I need's a fuckin' Somebody check the time, been for a minute Somebody check the dick, I've been long for a Paul 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 like The Han neck, the fro's carbonite The era, Arm & Hammer socialite Two shots for y'all, too drunk to I sent an email, the text was too I'm outside, you're takin' too long To take you to the club to get your groove on, I hate the I'm sittin' in the booth with the vapor, burn the paper My is on purpose, you must be mistaken I butcher rappers, just bring home the bacon Ah, shit, I hurt myself, lines so fire, man I burnt [?] And a dick when I'm finished, pause, kittens I ain't a player, I just stunt a lot, I old, I just done a lot Watchin' women count calories So why they still eatin' my Captain My architect has to learn Nah, nah, can't hold me The crowd goes mild, lost in the world that was 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 know, 'til the fat lady sing Oh Figaro 'Til my fans all sayin', oh, you know? Turnt up on the worst stuff, smoke one with a hurt I'm at the drive with a no IQ nigga sayin' Serve somethin', somethin'
[Hook: Gambino]