Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Free or Dead, artist - ATMOSPHERE. Album song Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere EP's, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.01.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Free or Dead |
So here I am, trying to be the man, right |
Using my gun to see at night, sleeping with my flash light |
In the afterlife I hope the AC works |
So while I wait well I’mma pass out and taste this curb |
And she attacked with flirts, smacked my nerves |
Wearin' that black skirt |
Got my nature so hard it made my back hurt |
I cracked a smirk cause I was dumb and drunk |
She gave wink and a smile and dropped a quarter in my cup |
Man, people are kind of odd so I keep my eyebrow raised |
I only hear the words for what they mean, know what I mean? |
And I do believe in God cause I keep comin' across all these fine women |
With low self esteem, you know what I mean? |
I got attention deficit, I’ve got the bedroom eyes |
I’ve the storms in my head, I’ve got my telephone voice |
I’ve got to make a decision of whether I live or die |
I’d rather just run cause either way it’s one hell of a choice |
My car is like my own personal universe |
She’s my drug and it only takes twelve bucks to fill 'er up |
But in my galaxy there ain’t no room for Earth |
So I’m leavin' it cause I can feel the oil pressure building up |
Turning over the ignition of my solar system |
Check the gauges, push in the tape, put my foot on the brake |
Shift existence, light my cigarette |
And take it state to state until I crash into my fate |
Now I’m giving back everything they gave me (not a damn thing!) |
It’ll take me more than a good DJ to save me (and I’m not dancing!) |
I can’t seem to make up my bed, much less my mind |
So I’m a take another puff to my head, and press rewind |
I wish this car had cruise control, so I could rest my legs |
I’ve got this itch to prove my soul, and test my fate |
Doing hunny in a sixty five, got stopped by a copper |
Caught, spotted, and radared by a chopper |
Wisconsin-style, over the limit by forty miles |
Watch me smile, cause I ain’t been around here for a long while |
Grabbed my paper, gave her thanks, have a nice day |
Yo, word of advice, trade the doughnuts in and gets some rice cakes |
Back to my travels, running from my shadows |
Some hitchhikers and bikers honkin' the horn, harrasin' the cattle |
Hair back sticking to the seat, sweat drippin' from the heat |
Diggin' through a cooler of brew, I’m looking for something to eat |
Yo, there’s a Hardee’s at the next stop |
Don’t wanna, but I need ta' |
Cuz I’m craving something to chase the taste of this tequila |
(Uhh, yeah, you guys got value meals? can you put some barbecue |
Sauce… I wanna honey bun. |
change that shit. |
I want chicken pebbles |
No, onion bun, onion bun. |
onion rings. |
extra pork. |
word up. |
can you |
Supersize that? |
yo girl, you got kind of a pretty voice. |
yo girl, what |
Time you get off work?) |
90 east towards Chicago, on my way to Cincinnati |
I won’t ever let 'em catch me, and I won’t ever make 'em happy |
Hide your wives and your daughters when I’m passin' through the |
Hometown, casting lines into the water, catching goldfish out your bowl now |
And I’m as cool as the cat that came to school just for lunch |
I’m the rebel pissin' in the public pool, just for fun |
I speed in the sun, everyone is speakin' in tongues |
Find the talk radio station, yo, turn it up so it bumps |
Don’t cry, girl, I’m out and I’m a make my way east |
Cause everyone in my world is takin' my peace |
I need release, and I don’t think I’m a find it in between your legs |
Yo, I’m just joking, only going to the corner to get some eggs |
So when she starts makin' the coffee I toss my bags in the back seat |
And I can remember it all like it must have happened last week |
Sometimes I stop to think, for all the money I’ve spent |
How I’d rather live in a tent than bust my ass and pay the rent |
But I’m eager to pay my dues, and I’d be glad to pay the tollbooth |
And I’ve agreed to sing the blues ever since the day I broke loose |
Just like a blindfolded child walking through the toy store |
Voice, not even aware that the world is my oyster |