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[Hook: Gambino] at last, free at last, free at last Now I'm free at last, free at
1: Childish Gambino] Hair like that OG, write verse on no sleep Can't breathe, it's so deep, can't breathe, it's so Nosebleeds are seats Courtside, a girl with an ass like a horse 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 a fuckin' almanac Somebody check the time, been gone for a Somebody the dick, I've been long for a minute Paul for a minute, man gimme the light I'm prayin' that these niggas don't see me I'm that a bitch start actin' right I movies, dude, I met Arca like The Han neck, the fro's carbonite The carbon era, Arm & socialite Two shots for y'all, too to call I sent an email, the was too long 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 through the My is on purpose, you must be mistaken I butcher 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 ain't old, I done a lot Watchin' these count calories So why they eatin' my Captain D's? My architect has to Japanese Nah, nah, they hold me The crowd goes mild, lost in the world was gone for a while There's a in her smile Model diet, he is who he man, I don't buy it, I don't buy it I don't know, 'til the fat lady sing Oh Figaro 'Til my all sayin', oh, you didn't know? Turnt up on the worst stuff, smoke one with a hurt I'm at the thru with a no IQ nigga sayin' Serve somethin', somethin'
[Hook: Gambino]