F R E E Lyrics

Free yourself, free your mind

Freedom here is one of a kind

God bless America, she needs a revive

She's almost dead, but mercy is keeping her alive

It's a gift and a curse, for what's better or worse

When the dollar crashes, what's the point of a purse

When you can't afford to bury the bodies

What's the point of a hearse

I'm going down shooting bullets of truth from weapons that burst

I'm no star, just dust from the ground God made

Blew oxygen in my lungs and here I am babe

Well played

High grade

No shade

Cause the sun shines bright on my life when I pray

Trust me, I'm no saint

I curse like an artist who purchased the wrong paint

I mess with multiple girls who think of me as quaint

There's not a day where I don't have a complaint

I hate myself sometimes it's a process

At least I'm not involved with dummies in Congress

It's good to have you witness the vibe along this, journey

If I make it to the top, I pray the devil doesn't turn me

This passion for music is still burning

The gears in my head rapidly turning

And I'm happily earning

Forget the math, I let go and start to float away like a raft

Free yourself, free your mind

Freedom here is one of a kind

God bless America, she needs a revive

She's almost dead, but mercy is keeping her alive

Sweet heavens, fuck my job

I want something different

I'm here praying to God

I think I won't listen

Think I'm going so odd

A different path, I just never thought I could see the bomb drop

Explode

I put the gun in the rap and reload

Killing the game, I think I got a cheat code

Beast mode, anyway, I'll see you on the east, though

Ayo, why you cynical, man

Cause I never had a real damn original plan

I just popped up and now I'm here killing the gram

Disappointed at the fact there's no peace in the land

Hot damn

Free yourself, free your mind

Freedom here is one of a kind

God bless America, she needs a revive

She's almost dead, but mercy is keeping her alive

Kill the politics, burn the money

Fuck the news and their bullshit running

Fuck the vax, fuck the tax

Burn the corporate ladder, kiss my ass

I'm sorry, mom, I had to curse on this

Because emotion is something that I can't resist

I held back so much, I started closing my lips

Afraid of being judged by the world in a twist

It's such a funny thing, if I die, would I be missed

So what's the point of holding on to all of this, you feel me

Free your mind and let it unwind

If you sit back in a chair, recline, you will be fine

Free yourself, free your mind

Freedom here is one of a kind

God bless America, she needs a revive

She's almost dead, but mercy is keeping her alive