II. Zealots Of Stockholm [Free Information]
When we were coming down, they said it was too soon
I never had to lie, no, no, no, no
When 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
You're a good son
Free information, free information
Free information, free informa--
Arlanda, hotel to the bar
Young girl with an accent with her back bent
Ass out to the whole world
We can buy it 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
Why I never wanna say no to you?
The coldest dude to hold a groove with no kids
Can't hold no goose, can't hold no goose, can't hold his goose
I'ma walk out, wanna walk too?
What about dude?
Fuck him, I just wanna feel something
It took my like five minutes to figure out what voices those were on the phone
But I figured it out
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
I'm a freaky bitch
I'm 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
Crafmatic, 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
Crying 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 do it by two inches?
Old money and new bitches
(Old money and new bitches)
(Getting next level in a hotel)
(Ain't shit that we don't need)
(Nigga, oh well)
I never had to lie, no, no, no, no
When 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
You're a good son
Free information, free information
Free information, free informa--
Arlanda, hotel to the bar
Young girl with an accent with her back bent
Ass out to the whole world
We can buy it 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
Why I never wanna say no to you?
The coldest dude to hold a groove with no kids
Can't hold no goose, can't hold no goose, can't hold his goose
I'ma walk out, wanna walk too?
What about dude?
Fuck him, I just wanna feel something
It took my like five minutes to figure out what voices those were on the phone
But I figured it out
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
I'm a freaky bitch
I'm 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
Crafmatic, 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
Crying 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 do it by two inches?
Old money and new bitches
(Old money and new bitches)
(Getting next level in a hotel)
(Ain't shit that we don't need)
(Nigga, oh well)
Credits
Writer(s): Ludwig Emil Tomas Goransson, Donald Mckinley Glover Ii, Stefan Ponce
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