Freedom - Clipse Written by：Terrence Thornton/Endle St Cloud/David Potter/Gene Thornton Jr Please speak of freedom
Sing of amber waves of grain
With every line written And all I have given
Music's been nothing more than a self made prison I've taken inmate loses at the hands of this one My pen's been the poison to family and friendships Now is time to mend sh*t Time to bring closure to The clear conscience of pasha is long over due Thinking to myself what could I be owing you They only tell you great when they reminiscing over you Before I trouble t Roy it's just a d boy Let me play the role of a common on his b boy Speaking my truth in rhyme no matter how bland it is A heavy heart lighting that's just what my ransom is All apologies I bear the cross I wear the blame We in the same group but I don't share my brothers pain Not to confuse our sentiments are all the same I just don't feel nothing I'm numb by the will to gain Same thing brought tears to innocence I turned away and didn't even flinch chug The music drove me crazy Looked up and lost the first b**ch ever wanted to have my babies Nowadays she can't even face me I'm sorry for the heartbreak I promised you forever my lady juicy baby
Pompanos motherf**ker Just look what them jewels made me I'm only finding comfort in knowing you can't replace me What a thing to say but what am I to do I'm role playing a conscious niggle And true is true coc*ine aside All the blogger behoove My critics finally have a verse of mine to jerk off to I own you all Please speak of freedom
Sing of amber waves of grain
This is were the buck stop here's where I draw the line I touch the hem gods work is so divine I seen the error of my ways over time Never to return malicious has been refined Like vine with time I get better Nappa valley vintage my flow is fermented Now drink of me as if I bought the bar Run to these words as if there's no tomorrow Never mind my car careful what you wish for Behind every curtains the devil and his pitch fork Jealousy I ask thee what is this for How was I to know I was happy being piss poor No whore that's not love we was f**king I was in search of a chicken head you was clucking And I was lusting we were both out of order I should known better as I'm reminded of my daughter Am I my brothers keeper for himself every man I have been your reaper there's blood on my hands Except me as your keeper there's been a change of plans Careful of what you speak of I've come to understand preach
What else you want from us huh
What more can you ask
We've given you everything
We lost life
We lost love
We lost family behind this sh*t
This sh*t you call music
We call this sh*t life
We gave you proof They ain't give you sh*t
We gave you truth
Do I entertain you motherf**ker
Well dance then b**ch
Til the casket drop
Til the casket drop
Til the casket drop
Til the casket drop
Til the casket drop
Til the casket drop
Til the casket drop
Til the lord say stop
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ท่อนฮุก ของเพลง Freedom คืออะไร ?
Pompanos motherf**ker Just look what them jewels made me I'm only finding comfort in knowing you can't replace me What a thing to say but what am I to do I'm role playing a conscious niggle And true is true coc*ine aside All the blogger behoove My cr
