ll. Zealots of Stockholm [Free Information] lyrics

[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

[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 tonight

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

That's 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

What the voices those were, on the phone

But I figured it out...

[Hook: 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 on) line?

[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 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 walking 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

• Artist:Childish Gambino
• Album:Because the Internet