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letra de ii. zealots of stockholm [free information] - childish gambino

[produced by childish gambino, ludwig göransson & sam spiegel]

[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
-ss out to the whole world
we can vibe out for tonight
stepping outside for a light
no c0ke 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?
“f-ck 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?

[beat switch]

[interlude]
i’m a freaky b-tch
i am five foot eight, 390
and i am a freaky b-tch

[verse 2: childish gambino]
heathen, it’s a struggle just to keep breathing
existential asthmatic, puff puff p-ss 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 n-gga preference
when every marriage is a same s-x marriage
same s-x 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 b-tches
old money and new b-tches

[outro]
getting next level in a hotel
ain’t sh-t that we don’t need, n-gga, oh well

- childish gambino

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