The Freedom to F**k Off
So what do I want? I want the freedom to fuck off
In the middle of the ice tonight, I'm squarin' up, and I'm takin' the gloves off
Hell, what do I need? I need the freedom to smell bad
'Cause this ain't relaxin', thinkin' 'bout way too much in a warm bath
Fuckin' off takes money, fuckin' off takes time
Been fuckin' off wrong my whole life, now I'm fuckin' off right
And I read the Bible sometimes, please don't make fun of me
And I have come that they may have life and have it abundantly
Yeah
So what I want? I want the freedom to break down
In the middle of the street tonight, I'm freakin' everyone out in this town
Hell, what do I need? I need the freedom to eat shit
'Cause I'm at the table, but I don't really wanna be here
'Cause I went to college, and I like the beach
And I love to hate my country, man, I wanna bite the hand the feeds me
So I'll pack up my stuff and I'll leave forever
And I know misery loves company, so let's fuck off together
So what do I want? I want the freedom to sit still
To appreciate my state in the spinnin' blades of a windmill
Hell, what do I need? I need the freedom to feel good
If happiness is a choice then I'd choose it every second if I could
I wanna be a real man, I wanna be a father
I'm so tired of thinkin' 'bout me, man, I think I need to worry about a daughter
And I'll talk to God through her eyes, please don't make fun of me
I have come that they may have life and have it abundantly
And I have come that they may have life and have it abundantly
In the middle of the ice tonight, I'm squarin' up, and I'm takin' the gloves off
Hell, what do I need? I need the freedom to smell bad
'Cause this ain't relaxin', thinkin' 'bout way too much in a warm bath
Fuckin' off takes money, fuckin' off takes time
Been fuckin' off wrong my whole life, now I'm fuckin' off right
And I read the Bible sometimes, please don't make fun of me
And I have come that they may have life and have it abundantly
Yeah
So what I want? I want the freedom to break down
In the middle of the street tonight, I'm freakin' everyone out in this town
Hell, what do I need? I need the freedom to eat shit
'Cause I'm at the table, but I don't really wanna be here
'Cause I went to college, and I like the beach
And I love to hate my country, man, I wanna bite the hand the feeds me
So I'll pack up my stuff and I'll leave forever
And I know misery loves company, so let's fuck off together
So what do I want? I want the freedom to sit still
To appreciate my state in the spinnin' blades of a windmill
Hell, what do I need? I need the freedom to feel good
If happiness is a choice then I'd choose it every second if I could
I wanna be a real man, I wanna be a father
I'm so tired of thinkin' 'bout me, man, I think I need to worry about a daughter
And I'll talk to God through her eyes, please don't make fun of me
I have come that they may have life and have it abundantly
And I have come that they may have life and have it abundantly
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Writer(s): John Debold, Aidan Spiro, Peter Martin
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