[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