Free At Last

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