Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Free Spirits, artist - Sadistik. Album song Altars, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Equal Vision
Song language: English
Free Spirits |
Sippin' on that liquor |
Faded like my picture |
Faded like my picture |
Faded like my picture |
Sippin' on that liquor |
Faded like my picture |
You know I’m in my zone |
Faded in the mixture |
Self-fulfilling not full of myself |
I’ll show 'em my hell |
And when I go I’ll pull it myself |
December snow all cold that I felt |
No coal that I felt could be a diamond |
I squeezed and mined it — Inshallah |
Gave it a shot, it stayed on my palms |
Napalms don’t seem to mind it — stigmata |
Everything I touch — King Midas |
Gold ain’t really worth that much it’s a crutch be honest |
They’re colorblind, I see violets |
Backwards Bergman’s Persona |
Everybody humming all the hymns |
Homonyms flooding with the fish |
Going with the flow, running with the rest |
That lowly-lowly-low still drumming on my ribs |
Oh no, save me from my life |
Take me on a flight |
Isn’t it interesting, isn’t it great? |
We disintegrate integrate drift into space |
Like cosmic dust I was born a star |
A storm that started a wanderlust |
My omnibus is a work in progress |
'Til posthumous no god I trust |
They want us all to get fucked up |
Free spirits |
Free spirits |
Free spirits |
They want us all to get fucked up |
Free spirits |
Free spirits |
Free spirits |
They want us all to get fucked up |
Free spirits |
Free spirits |
Free spirits |
They want us all to get fucked up |
Free spirits |
Free spirits |
Free spirits |
Fireball shots fire thy blunderbuss |
Wounds hide inside wondrous |
Knife juggler, sliced jugular |
They utter, but I’m subtler |
Cognitive summoner |
Cognizant front runner |
Running up’s not an option I’m opting to run amuck |
Not one of Arsenic’s stomachers |
Let’s put the cult in culture |
I put the volt to vultures |
Electric birds fly over oceans |
Open sojourn soaked in sulfur |
Those broken bones burn the same |
Don’t you know we’re to blame |
We sold our souls over chosen flames went to search the plains |
And maintained hope floats, it won’t turn to rain |
(So turn up) Nah motherfucker get down |
Don’t get involved head down |
Holes that we all head down, take another shot get rounds |
Then chase another shot get rounds |
Round here people tattoo to count years |
Crocodile tears drown fears |
Dirtiest mirrors perfect appearance |
Murder each other turn 'em to spirits yea |
They want us all to get fucked up |
Free spirits |
Free spirits |
Free spirits |
They want us all to get fucked up |
Free spirits |
Free spirits |
Free spirits |
They want us all to get fucked up |
Free spirits |
Free spirits |
Free spirits |
They want us all to get fucked up |
Free spirits |
Free spirits |
Free spirits |