Childish Gambino — II. Zealots of Stockholm Free Information

[Intro: Childish Gambino] When we were coming down, they said it was too soon I never had to lie, no, no, no, no When we were coming down, they left us all alone We're headed nowhere, nowhere I know you've been around, I feel you in and out How are you? Do you sleep? Are you with me? We used to be unspoken Now everything is broken, I'm a good son You're a good son You're a good son, oh You're a good son Oh, you're a good son [Beat Switch] [Bridge: Childish Gambino] Free information, free information Free information, free informa— ma— [Verse 1: Childish Gambino] Arlanda, hotel to the bar Young girl with an accent with her back bent Ass out to the whole world We can vibe out for the night Stepping outside for a light No coke and I just smoke vapor, no papers Slow poke and I don't know 'bout photos Let's go though How old are you? Saying that you never date older dudes Why I never wanna say no to you The coldest dude to hold a groove with no kids The coldest dude who can't hold his Goose (Woo!) "I'ma walk out; wanna walk too?" What about dude? "Fuck him, I just really wanna feel something" [Interlude: Kilo Kish] It took me like, five minutes to figure out Like, where the voice memos were on the phone But I figured it out Okay, so, can we just– [Chorus: Kilo Kish] Is it real 'cause you're online? Is it real 'cause you're online? Is it real 'cause you're online? Is it real 'cause you're online? [Beat Switch] [Interlude] I'm a freaky bitch I am five-foot-eight, 390 And I am a freaky bitch [Verse 2: Childish Gambino] Heathen, it's a struggle just to keep breathing Existential asthmatic, puff, puff, pass addict Craftmatic, making moves, but they sleeping on me We can kick it like it's FIFA, homie Nevertheless, I got that fresh like it was Crest Grind 'cause I'm stressed TMJ or TMI, it's a lie that you're living I never understood the hate on a nigga preference When every marriage is a same-sex marriage Same sex everyday, monotonous Lost God, never pray, forgotten us Lost love, never say it just like our parents Too much power ain't enough power Brain splattered like I've fallen off a watch tower And anybody can walk into any Denny's And wait 'til I'm walkin' in it With a gun that they 3D printed and finish it Kinison said, "If you gon' miss Heaven, why do it by two inches?" Old money and new bitches Old money and new bitches [Outro] Getting next level in a hotel Ain't shit that we don’t need, nigga, oh well [Produced by Childish Gambino, Ludwig Göransson & Sam Spiegel]