Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Free Spirit, artist - Drake. Album song Care Package, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: OvO
Song language: English
Free Spirit |
| Tat my name on you girl so I know it’s real |
| Tat my fucking name on you so I know it’s real |
| Tell a bad bitch girl, let’s go hang |
| You know me, rolex, gold chain |
| Fuck my young niggas, XO gang |
| Get so drunk you forget yo name |
| Incense, burning, smoking out to my own shit |
| Got black wood in my white Range, I’m taking off when that light change |
| I’m Drizzy Drake to my old bitches, Voodoo child to my new hoes |
| I miss this and I want it back, So I’m all in with these new flows |
| New flows, got new flows, rap is stress but it pays great |
| Pimp flows 'n screw flows, my shit be sounding like grape tapes, now |
| Lemme go an hit that cup, 1 time before a nigga hit that road |
| These days keep going by too fast, so give me anything that make shit go slow |
| Yea, money in my safe, but I’m living dangerous |
| They told me shit would change, but I don’t really see no change in us |
| Tat my name on you so I know it’s real |
| Tat my fucking name on you so I know it’s real |
| I know it hurts, But I ain’t tryna hear it |
| 'Cause when I’m not around, I’ll still be there in spirit |
| You’ll still be mine, yea, you’ll still be mine |
| Tat my fucking name on you, when I go you’ll still be mine, yea |
| You’ll still be mine, yea, I’ll still be yours |
| Tat my fucking name on you, let em know you love the boy, wassup |
| I fondle the money, fornicate with a fortune |
| I play with her mind, she masturbate with my Porsche |
| It’s simple love, it’s simple math |
| Her chest nice, not a wrinkle in her ass |
| Puffin' purple hash welcome to my power circle |
| Sucker free, no snitching, and we know when cowards working |
| Rolls Royce rollin', rose gold rollie’s |
| MBA accountants, amounts they get unholy |
| But mama still praying for her rubberband man |
| When them wheels land, Travis Barker drums playin' |
| Tap dance to my drum roll, I love a bitch that know to keep me one rolled |
| Tat my name on you so I know it’s real |
| Tat my fucking name on you so I know it’s real |
| I know it hurts, But I ain’t tryna hear it |
| 'Cause when I’m not around, I’ll still be there in spirit |
| You’ll still be mine, yea, you’ll still be mine |
| Tat my fucking name on you, when I go you’ll still be mine, yea |
| You’ll still be mine, yea, I’ll still be yours |
| Tat my fucking name on you, let em know you love the boy, wassup |
| I don’t have to work in the morning so I always stay for 1 more |
| Fuck what they say, I’m telling you there’s no side effects I’m sure |
| Went from driving up on some old shit, to drivers opening doors |
| This is my town, if you need something just ask for it’s yours |
| Yea, ask for it’s yours, if you ask for it it’s done |
| I could Western Union some money, get your passport and then come |
| You’ll meet everybody I know, at first it might seem like a lot |
| But they’re all playing their role, Put that on everything that I got |
| And all I care about is my city, man I can’t say it enough |
| I done heard things about y’all that they can’t say about us |
| I just hold it down for my side, I just hold it down for my sect |
| I give everybody a piece of this, and I make due what’s left |
| Yea I do this shit to the death, yea I do this shit till I’m gone |
| Yea, I told you that it’s our world, and you’re foolish thinking I’m wrong, OOh |
| Stop asking how the fucking needle feel, tat my fucking name on you, |
| let these niggas know it’s real, wassup |
| Tat my name on you so I know it’s real |
| Tat my fucking name on you so I know it’s real |
| I know it hurts, But I ain’t tryna hear it |
| 'Cause when I’m not around, I’ll still be there in spirit |
| You’ll still be mine, yea, you’ll still be mine |
| Tat my fucking name on you, when I go you’ll still be mine, yea |
| You’ll still be mine, yea, I’ll still be yours |
| Tat my fucking name on you, let em know you love the boy, wassup |