Lyrics:
it takes to let go
Tell me what it takes to let go
Hands in a fist this has got to stop
Every time I look it's a body drop
I wanna be free
I wanna be
gat, call your clicks,
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,
Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got
No? Praline: No
Eric the half bee he had an accident
Clerk: You're off your chump praline: Look
If you intend by that utilization
Of an obscure
I'm set free
By your grace and truth
Once in chains, but my chains were loosed
I'm set free
Your presence all around
All things are made new now
Can't
the hour, and older by the minute
My boss just pushed me over the limit
I'd like to call him somethin', I think I'll just call it a day
Pour me somethin'
and grand slam em
Cause they were fishy like salmon
Meaning your wife is married to real bitch
Or you should get your gown on
Until the last surviving human
the hour, and older by the minute
My boss just pushed me over the limit
I'd like to call him somethin', I think I'll just call it a day
Pour me somethin'
falling apart
The blood is going out
Free from your mind
Running down the stairs
Gasping screams trembling feet
Call them please
Save her so I can let it go
Narration by Alan Watts
Relationship with yourself
Is your thing to ever be
Relationship with yourself
Is your key to set you free
Music
Are we
What a way to ruin a weekend
When you’re killed by your best friend.
Don’t bother to call in sick.
This is not a twisted trick.
Monday love you.
Free your mind
It don't even matter what it feel like
Free your mind
I don't think you realize what it feel like
Let's get to it
Got the check on me
bugged
Buying all my gas by the gallon (Gallon)
Stay inside like my name is Alan (Alan)
Lisp like miles, it's very nithe (Nithe, nithe)
Stay inside like my
don't be afraid to call on him
The world wanna swallow him, because of your offering
Don't lose sight we are here to live it up for him
You gotta trust in
catastrophes
Bitch I'm tryna be my savior finna let my shit shine
Call me fucking herobrine i'll see you in your dreams tonight
Creeping all up in that pasta
free,
Oh oh oh (call),
Oh oh oh (resp),
Oh oh oh (call),
Oh oh oh (resp),
Oh oh oh (call),
Oh oh... resp,
Say,
Am free ,
Am free (resp),
Am free (call
it nice to be me, ain't it nice to be free?
Do what you want when you wanna do it
On the real, it ain't nothin' to it
Young man on his Alan Watts
get your hands high
And tonight it's no stress get your hands high
If you with who you love get your hands high, get em up
Keep a good time on stand by
baby making
Gotta chop that freak sitting next to me
Bitch look like some nialating
Hey sunday morning 'round eleven roll by interupting in
are you riding for
I told you, baby, for the nine, of course
But hold on, baby, I don't ride by force
I'm sorry, I declined your calls
And trust me, I
How did I find my self out of pocket
Caught up and acting on things that I never do
Rolling by your crib I barely stopped in
How can I walk around
for peace
As you pay your water bill, think of others
Those who are nursed by clouds
As you return home, to your home
Think of others
Do not forget
like
And I'll be there right by your side
Cause I'm free for you
I'm free for you
There will be trouble in 9
When you shoot your hands to the sky
I got
they call us as they try to fucking distance us
You possessed by these lies, now you gunna need a fucking exorcist
They politic with our fuckin kids
They
givings
And we'd like to build him up but we love to see him fall
Finally taken down by your hooker by the jaw
[Chorus]
I said you gotta set him free
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