When we were coming down they said it was too soon
I never had to lie no, no, no, no
We were coming down, they left us all alone
We're headed nowhere
I know you've been around
I feel you then and now, 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, ohh
You're a good son
Free information, free information
Free information, free information
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 about 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
I'ma walk out, wanna walk too?
What about dude? Fuck 'em
I just really wanna feel something
It took my like five minutes to figure out
Like where the voices memos were on the phone
But I figured it out
Is it real, 'cause you're online? (Free information, free information)
Is it real, 'cause you're online? (Free information, free information)
Is it real, 'cause you're online? (Free information, free information)
Is it real, 'cause you're online? (Free information, free information)
I'm a freaky bitch
I am 5 foot 8, 390
And I am a freaky bitch
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's 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 Watchtower
Any anybody can walk into any Denny's
And wait until I'm walking in it with a gun that they 3D printed and I finish it
Kinison said if you gonna miss heaven
Why miss it by two inches?
Old money and new bitches (old money and new bitches)
Gettin' next level at a hotel
Ain't shit that we don't need nigga, oh well
Writer(s): Ludwig Emil Tomas Goransson, Stephen Ponce, Donald Mckinley Glover
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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