Free

Open up your eyes and ears, tell them that I was here

Go and grab your final beer, raise it up, it's time to cheers

You can stand beside your peers, but can't hide your crying tears

It's crystal clear, I'm Richard Gere from Primal Fear

Winter is coming round here, it's that time of year

Prestigious penmanship gets presented from the pioneer

The vibes like Kobe when he played during his final year

It's nostalgic like Goldberg hitting the final spear

I'm Tiger Woods good, walking to the final hole

Hit a hole in one, drunk, left-handed, and my eyes were closed