Free
Carry on, keep calm
Stay strong, heat's on
Sent from the bench, I don't need to stretch
I keep demons and feed em the peons
Teen al exxin out his name and mountin shame
He fouled quick out the game
And found a mountain route for a couch potato
Paid luego
Haze and delay the pain
Be right back
I need my axe
Enactin a virile wrath
I bleed my rap
And happen to feel like that should be my plan of action
Man is flat askin to see my map
Travel with me on a flashback
Teen with the backpack half-strapped hassled for man tats
Dream laughed at by the lab rats
See him hittin blackjack, sippin with the Rat Pack, sittin on a fat stack
When the sin divides
In a sense, divine
Innocence is diminished with the time
Certain things were sure hurtin me
But I won't concede and I
Hope to see that I'm free
Won't concede and I
Hope to see that I'm
Fix a mixture with the liquor
Get a pitcher, sip it quicker, gettin sicker
Missed the fixture when the sickness hit ya
Slip but still be fit to lean in for the picture
One hip shy of the hooray
Truth in the crusade
Losin the Kool-Aid too late
New wave sellers been cool with the doomsday
Tell em how the boot taste
When the sin divides
In a sense, divine
Innocence is diminished with the time
Certain things were sure hurtin me
But I won't concede to thee
Hope to see that I'm free
Won't deceive the mind
Hope to see that I'm free
Won't concede this time
I can see that I'm free
That I'm free
Stay strong, heat's on
Sent from the bench, I don't need to stretch
I keep demons and feed em the peons
Teen al exxin out his name and mountin shame
He fouled quick out the game
And found a mountain route for a couch potato
Paid luego
Haze and delay the pain
Be right back
I need my axe
Enactin a virile wrath
I bleed my rap
And happen to feel like that should be my plan of action
Man is flat askin to see my map
Travel with me on a flashback
Teen with the backpack half-strapped hassled for man tats
Dream laughed at by the lab rats
See him hittin blackjack, sippin with the Rat Pack, sittin on a fat stack
When the sin divides
In a sense, divine
Innocence is diminished with the time
Certain things were sure hurtin me
But I won't concede and I
Hope to see that I'm free
Won't concede and I
Hope to see that I'm
Fix a mixture with the liquor
Get a pitcher, sip it quicker, gettin sicker
Missed the fixture when the sickness hit ya
Slip but still be fit to lean in for the picture
One hip shy of the hooray
Truth in the crusade
Losin the Kool-Aid too late
New wave sellers been cool with the doomsday
Tell em how the boot taste
When the sin divides
In a sense, divine
Innocence is diminished with the time
Certain things were sure hurtin me
But I won't concede to thee
Hope to see that I'm free
Won't deceive the mind
Hope to see that I'm free
Won't concede this time
I can see that I'm free
That I'm free
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Writer(s): Alex Larrabee
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