freedom's last gasp Lyrics

Where is glory at ?

Or none why don't you praise the lord?

Was it? humble you say

Humble believing

Humble believing

Humble believing

Humble believing

Humble you say

Them don't bells don't run

Believing

My intuition misleading me

Thank god for the stove and the recipe

With a box of smoke and a red fur coat

Statistically spit a masterpiece

She a fucked up hoe with a fucked up motive

Only want the box with the pills I'm snorting

Only flex a check wen i ever feel filthy

Only feel alive wen I'm in the galaxy

My intuition misleading me

Thank god for the stove and the recipe

With a box of smoke and red fur coat

Statistically i turn to ghost

Want a fucked up bitch

With her piercings slit

I don't carry no glove

Where the function at?

I don't trust no man

Where the love been at?

I don't want no guns where love been at?

Rockstar lifestyle might not make it

I don't give a fuck bitch we gon all die wasted

Fuck a sprite hoe green beam ain't no chaser

Make em' run laps fill that boy up with patience

This a master piece he a casualty

Not worried bout a hoe I'm on faster pace

She like to masturbate wen she see my face

I like to stab away wen i see my pain

Got 808 and hella bass

I only call her up wen im off an eighth

Bring the cones n smoke in every single place

She'll chief yuh weed but don't wanna date

I tote the mic and ill never stop

Snort rock fuck cops

She move like a thot

Team on my back

Yours missing a god

Pop percs and he fight with the mopone day im tryna have a wife n kids

So i can't keep living my life with this

Doin molly twin got her organs lit

Do another show got the core fans hit

Want the gold things and the diamond rings

That's all she been believing in

Ghb don't wanna case

Stayin geeked all day don't mind the waste

Curate the culture sat back n watch

Reminisce the day wen lies were taught

Lie back in distraught

Thinking where's the clock why i get so high

I prolly should not

An anomaly

From the birds eye seat

Spitting off the lean

Put it on bob lee

Do my words hold power or am i jus a rock

Why i do all the things that i should not

Leave my dead homies shocked

Mark my path to the path

Father taught me wisdom im still a son

Put a stock ona' poll

He a diglet a mole

Make a feasting bowl

Feed the dead people

Walls have eyes they listening

In another world found my peace within

Driven on love and not what's glistening

In my free time play the violin

If i smoke again i'll sit in here (he'll)

With a grin on her face she growing her beer

Sports car i spin she a doll like ken

I don't wan no friend i want my pen

Where is glory at ?

Or none why don't you praise the lord?

Was it humble you said

Where is glory at ?

Why don't you praise the lord

Was it humble you said