Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Freedom, artist - Moodie Black. Album song Lucas Acid, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fake Four
Song language: English
Freedom |
I am not an interest in appearance |
Summoned from PARIS |
American ERA |
We want every person in our image |
Sounding like two timed |
Static in my savage I was |
Product of your fields and your hangings |
God must of spared me a penis for my manners |
I was watching many humans from my manic |
I was way beyond a blemish I’m not perfect I resented |
I’ve been blushing at the posters on my mantle |
Now I’m bleeding on my matter I’m a come up on my castle |
Bleak and running from the image of a cop social is the prairie in an iPhone |
In an android where she cheated ima stop |
How much of my hiding will it cost? |
I’m a beast I’m a princess K-Dot |
Appearing that i’m not black in a mess full of brown |
See the ash in my wake former towns |
Swag when it matters fuck the independents Im a coward I’m a grammy holding |
bitch in my hours prince |
Bowie bigger penis in my static I devour all encountered older elder in a glitch |
FUCK MY ERA |
Light me on fire |
Last of the humans |
Limited edition |
Nothing feel new |
Everything viral |
Hasn’t any one else noticed motherfuckers like us IS all |
Nothing, like the world Couldn’t promise |
I’m off of my scruff and I’m cautious |
I lost how I love and I’m blank |
The past kind of hurts when I think |
But somewhere in the fangs i went auto |
The only bone mine ever followed |
The product of a conflict in border |
I grew up all out of order |
Forgot who I was through the buzz and the clash of the ring in my eardrums |
A pile of my life turned out like it got blown out into freedom |
I thought I was flame I would grow with a kid and a wife and a grammy |
Got caught I would shame all the fangs that were hate in the mouths that |
surround me |
I got my swag turned out with the world tuned in and offended |
Its all been done before soapbox on my couch now were ending |
The pain isn’t mine anymore we all on the floor with our chains up |
Bathing in a nuclear war i tweet when I’m bored I done came up |
Noise ain’t a phase take a powder then I leap to the top rope bleeding over |
coward you is them, minus how I taste I’m american |
I’m way removed from tribal kinda native but I’m nervous not a |
Barely am I woke I done been I’m a west coast desert to my end |
Hit me with a bat hammer me with bullets I’m a oak to the soft skinned babies |
that I choked ugh |
Freedom when I’m dead |
From the white to the res |
From the men to the women to the nothing at all |
To the tar on a highway |
To the dirt of the black |
We the last to dance |
Hope I overreact |