Childish Gambino Free At Last Lyrics

[Childish Gambino:]

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