Free

I’m like childish gambino but I got it like the rat pack

Never gonna stop, you underestimate this mad jack,

Going to the top, I ain’t ever gonna backpack

Started from the bottom, now we out to make a real track

Cuz it’s time for a comeback, man it’s my time on this runway,

I got my best on, it’s Sunday, I celebrate like my birthday,

And I, I been writing for a long time,

So I, think it’s time to make some new lines,

Cuz I been going fanatic, and I been acting so tragic,

But I’m a theater student so you know I’m dramatic,

I’m going down like titanic, in history, but I’m different,

It’s Kreynium in your cranium, don’t you forget it man

Chorus

I, feel so, so free,

Chains broken, off my feet,

No drama in my feed,

Truly I must be

Free, from all these things,

No burdens over me,

I feel like I can breathe,

Finally I am…(free)

Free to live however I see fit,

Get a couple of dollars, who cares how I use it,

I’ll take the reigns, you just go ahead and take a seat,

Watch me and my process when I find a beat,

I’ll jump into dynamics, and go a little bit manic,

Get frantic, panic, turn around and go super sanic, I’ll manage,

To find a way to make it up to the top,

I’ll never stop, like Hamilton, you’ll know when I drop,

I’ll make a mix, probably make a brand new hit,

Turn it into something sick, I got a couple of new tricks,

I ain’t ever been no plastic, I’m elastic, I’m stretching the fabric, call me Mr. Fantastic, B.o.B. With the magic,

I’m Trading in all my chips, on this wonderful gift,

Call the genie out his lamp, I only need this one wish,

Screw the money and the power, I’ll mind my own business,

Just give me that freedom, and I’ll go chill with the illest.