S-X, Childish Gambino - Free At Last lyrics

Free at last, free at last, free at last
Now I'm free at last, free at last

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'
Free at last, free at last, free at last
Now I'm free at last, free at last