Free
Freedom comes and goes like rivers
Tell me how I get some, I can't wait and see
Take me out into the riptide
Drift into the twilight, oh where that may be
I want to be free
I want to be free
I want to be free
I want to be free
I'm thinking it's time I took a break
I'm not really a dropout but feel a little like Ye
I went from writing music and making five beats a day
To needing like 3 summers to get over a mistake, nah
You know that I'm a bad guy, duh
So why you always expecting me to act nice, bruh?
You hate me cause I went and left your ass twice, bruh
But you want me to prioritize a past life, bruh? Ugh
I'm over it, no really, I am
Mrs. Baird and Ms. Vogler, hope they bumping my jams
Mrs. Nuteson, Mrs. Snelten, Mrs. Casey, my fam
My friends and my ex, hope they all understand
'Cause I've been going at this for a long time
Ever since a kid was dreaming 'bout a stage with glowing lights
Yeah, I'm talking Zooper Doopers, never liked a Klondike
Yeah, I'm talking middle-high school, you played me Blonde like it started in the
Spring 2018, we were sixteen
I was leaving but had a list of things to complete
You and me, we'd gym, rooftops and night swimming
But the music only had a real beginning when we
Played games on our laptops, Macbooks ran faster then
Lunch table turned to matchbox, looking forward to the summer's end
Spicy chicken was the go-to, cheese sauce 'til the chicken swam
World history was a court room, eating snacks on the witness stand
Library always kicked out, treat the bench like a bar stool
Treat the deck like a beach house, fall asleep when I got to school
Staying there till the late bus, practice rooms for the privacy
I started doing all this music shit, I really wish you could be proud of me
I'm out of focus by the weekend, dark rooms just to make it clear
Did you get the picture I was making with you? Singing JB, everybody hears
Cross the street for some fast food, Subway for the future me
Chicken nuggets for a first date, Happy Meals for the truancy
I can't believe this was three years ago, or four years ago, time's moving slow
And this time machine's gonna take me home, I've been on the road, so it's time to go
I've been alone for a while now, and it's not bad, but I'm tired now
I thought it would be over by now, I thought it would be over by now
I guess it's really over by now
I guess it's really over by now
I figured it would be over by now
So bye, now
Bye, now
Goodbye
Tell me how I get some, I can't wait and see
Take me out into the riptide
Drift into the twilight, oh where that may be
I want to be free
I want to be free
I want to be free
I want to be free
I'm thinking it's time I took a break
I'm not really a dropout but feel a little like Ye
I went from writing music and making five beats a day
To needing like 3 summers to get over a mistake, nah
You know that I'm a bad guy, duh
So why you always expecting me to act nice, bruh?
You hate me cause I went and left your ass twice, bruh
But you want me to prioritize a past life, bruh? Ugh
I'm over it, no really, I am
Mrs. Baird and Ms. Vogler, hope they bumping my jams
Mrs. Nuteson, Mrs. Snelten, Mrs. Casey, my fam
My friends and my ex, hope they all understand
'Cause I've been going at this for a long time
Ever since a kid was dreaming 'bout a stage with glowing lights
Yeah, I'm talking Zooper Doopers, never liked a Klondike
Yeah, I'm talking middle-high school, you played me Blonde like it started in the
Spring 2018, we were sixteen
I was leaving but had a list of things to complete
You and me, we'd gym, rooftops and night swimming
But the music only had a real beginning when we
Played games on our laptops, Macbooks ran faster then
Lunch table turned to matchbox, looking forward to the summer's end
Spicy chicken was the go-to, cheese sauce 'til the chicken swam
World history was a court room, eating snacks on the witness stand
Library always kicked out, treat the bench like a bar stool
Treat the deck like a beach house, fall asleep when I got to school
Staying there till the late bus, practice rooms for the privacy
I started doing all this music shit, I really wish you could be proud of me
I'm out of focus by the weekend, dark rooms just to make it clear
Did you get the picture I was making with you? Singing JB, everybody hears
Cross the street for some fast food, Subway for the future me
Chicken nuggets for a first date, Happy Meals for the truancy
I can't believe this was three years ago, or four years ago, time's moving slow
And this time machine's gonna take me home, I've been on the road, so it's time to go
I've been alone for a while now, and it's not bad, but I'm tired now
I thought it would be over by now, I thought it would be over by now
I guess it's really over by now
I guess it's really over by now
I figured it would be over by now
So bye, now
Bye, now
Goodbye
Credits
Writer(s): Vincent De Guzman
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