[Produced By:
Childish Gambino] Free at last, free at last, at last Now I'm free at last, at last
1: Childish Gambino] Hair smell like that OG, verse on no sleep Can't breathe, it's so deep, breathe, it's so deep are your seats Courtside, a girl with an ass like a horse ride And she bad for my like a pork rind, heart attack 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 been for a minute Sean Paul for a minute, man the light I'm prayin' that these don't see me tonight I'm prayin' a bitch start actin' right I movies, dude, I met Arca like The Han neck, the fro's carbonite The carbon era, Arm & Hammer 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 you to the club 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, bring home the bacon Ah, shit, I hurt myself, lines so fire, man I myself [?] And suckin' a when I'm finished, pause, kittens 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 still eatin' my Captain My architect has to Japanese Nah, nah, they can't me The crowd goes mild, lost in the world that was 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 lady Oh Figaro 'Til my fans all sayin', oh, you know? Turnt up on the stuff, smoke one with a hurt lung I'm at the drive thru with a no IQ nigga somethin', serve somethin'
[Hook: Childish