[Intro] [deep sub-bass pulse, crisp R&B drums] [expensive-sounding synths, distant guitar feedback] [Male A - Black male R&B vocalist, naturally higher register] Doors stay open when they know your name Whole damn city bends when I walk this way [Male B: low, amused] You call that freedom? [Male A] What would you call it? [guitar cuts in] [Verse 1] [Male A - Black male R&B vocalist, naturally higher register] Top floor looking over everything Champagne sweating by the balcony rail Driver downstairs with the engine running If I want another night I just buy another day Never check the number when the bill comes down Never learned the meaning of “sold out” I don't wait I don't ask I don't stand outside One black card And the whole world steps aside [Verse 1B] [Rhodes enters, bass dirtier, drums loosen] [Male B - warm low-mid neo-soul voice] That's cute I left my wallet somewhere around three Still got cigarettes Still got company Your kind of freedom comes with room service Mine wakes up bleeding And calls it worth it Your car costs more than everything I own But I've had better nights on somebody's floor No reservations No five-star view Just something in my bloodstream And someone like you [Pre-Chorus — CALL & RESPONSE] [Male A] Anything I want [Male B] Anything that burns [Male A] Never looking back [Male B] Never fucking learn [Male A] Nothing out of reach [Male B] Nothing left to prove [Male A & B] You call that freedom? Yeah, I guess I do [Chorus] [big, hypnotic hook; Male A high harmony, Male B baritone underneath] [Male A & B] You call that freedom? I call it getting loose You buy the whole damn night I light the fucking fuse Black card Blackout Same old point of view You call that freedom? Yeah, I guess I do You call that freedom? No rules left to break You pay to disappear I disappear for days Different kind of damage Same excuse You call that freedom? Yeah, I guess I do [Post-Chorus] [beat strips down to sub-bass and handclaps] [Male A] Penthouse [Male B] Backseat [Male A] First class [Male B] No sleep BOTH Same bad habit Different receipt [Instrumental Break] [sleek R&B groove collides with distorted neo-soul guitar] [short guitar solo; bends become increasingly abrasive] [Verse 2] [Male A - Black male R&B vocalist, naturally higher register] ] Sun comes up across the marble floor Someone's passed out by the minibar Could fly to Paris just to get away Could wake up somewhere warmer Before the end of day No boss calling No landlord at the door If I don't like the view I'll buy another floor People talk about cages like they're hard to see Everything has a price That's fine by me [Verse 2] [Male B] That's where you're wrong Some things don't care how rich you are Some nights follow you out of the bar You can buy the silence Not what crawls underneath Buy another body Still have trouble falling asleep So pour something expensive I'll ruin the taste Put your hand around my throat Like money's going to waste You want control? Keep telling yourself you do Tonight you're coming apart Just like I do [Pre-Chorus — CALL & RESPONSE] [Male A] Anything I want [Male B] Anything that burns [Male A] Never looking back [Male B] Never fucking learn [Male A] Nothing out of reach [Male B] Nothing left to prove [Male A & B] You call that freedom? Yeah, I guess I do [Chorus — BOTH] [Male A & B] You call that freedom? I call it getting loose You buy the whole damn night I light the fucking fuse Black card Blackout Same old point of view You call that freedom? Yeah, I guess I do You call that freedom? No rules left to break You pay to disappear I disappear for days Different kind of damage Same excuse You call that freedom? Yeah, I guess I do [Bridge] [everything drops to Rhodes, sub-bass and low guitar hum] [Male A] Tell me what you want [Male B] You can't afford it [Male A] Try me [Male B] That's the problem [beat returns softly] [Male A] I could give you anything [Male B] Then give me something real [short silence] [Male A] Stay until the morning [Male B] ...now that's a better deal [Build] [drums re-enter piece by piece] [guitar starts answering vocal lines] [Male A] No chains [Male B] No sleep [Male A] No limits [Male B] No guarantees [Male A & B] If that's not freedom It's close enough for me [Final Chorus — BOTH] [full band; R&B harmonies over aggressive live drums and guitar] [Male A & B] You call that freedom? I call it getting loose You buy the whole damn night I light the fucking fuse Black card Blackout Same old point of view You call that freedom? Yeah, I guess I do You call that freedom? No rules left to break You pay to disappear I disappear for days Different kind of damage Same excuse You call that freedom? Yeah, I guess I do [Outro] [instruments progressively drop away] [Male A] Driver's outside. [Male B] Of course he is. [brief guitar scrape] [Male A] Coming? [Male B] Pour me one more. [beat cuts]
