CyHi - Free Lyrics

[Intro]FreeMic check, mic check, one-two, one-two(Free) YeahIn my life, I[Verse 1]I'm just a young man from Stone Mountain, GeorgiaFailed every class, I flunked out before theEleventh grade, they told me I had a disorderBut every song he brew sound like a poem out the TorahSo I, learned to break a zone down to quartersHad a crush on Crystal like Urkel had on LauraI told her God is my attorneyI never go to court without my lawyer, huhSo hit me up when you (free)I guess my decorum didn't match my auraShit, I'm just a bachelor that's tired of running back and forthWith different women, I had my fair shareIf I retire, I'm still a Hall of Famer like Gale SayersBlack bottle nigga, Prince of Bel-Air, huhI need more than a bitch who sell hairI'm talking healthcare, strip clubs is the new welfareBruh this pussy ain't (free)So it's cheaper to keep her than run the street with ya peopleFour deep in the Regal, smoking weed with a eagleAll we see is illegal, get a key from amigosMake sure you keep it cerebral orLay underneath the cathedralSmoke a leaf with Khalifa before I meet with the ReaperI'ma kidnap a bird right after she let me freak herShe fell asleep in the fetalThe next morning I let her (free... in my life, I)[Verse 2]Yeah, feel like I'm being enslavedMarried to a bitch, it's hard being engagedYou spent your all on your gift but you work minimum wageAnd she turn right back around and spit in your faceHuh, she tell you you ain't good enoughShe tell you you ain't hood enoughShe talking 'bout who she should have fucked, withAnd now you tired of putting up (free)With her shit so you decided to leaveGo fuck with them other niggas, them niggas not in my leagueLess than a year later, I'm as hot as BelizeI'm no detective, but now she coppin' a pleaShe wanna know if I'm good and how was my weekYou don't need to ask unless you chopping a treeIt don't mean you smart 'cause you got a college degreeReally what I'm tryna say, I'm tired of putting music out for (free)Love don't cost a thingTry saying that to the girl you bought a ringCurse a bitch out over the phone like Charlie SheenWith collard greens in the kitchen with Paula Deen'Cause these rollies that we got aren't cheapThe oyster with the leather band cost threeAnd pretty girls want a nigga who got cheeseShawty, I thought the best things in life were (free)[Chorus]I just wanna be, I just wanna beI just wanna be, I just wanna be freeI just wanna be freeI just wanna beI just wanna be, I just wanna beI just wanna be, I just wanna be freeI just wanna be freeI just wanna beI just wanna be, I just wanna beI just wanna be, I just wanna be freeI just wanna be freeI just wanna beI just wanna be, I just wanna beI just wanna be, I just wanna be...[Outro]Free as the meal that a lady gets on the first dateFree as a bird that just left the nest for the first dayFree as the inmate who got out on parole from prisonFree as the air we breathe that could be the last breath givenFree as the extra .5 that my nigga gave meFor shopping with him for the last three yearsFree as the Olive Garden breadsticks you take home and put in your fridgeFree as the neighborhood thot that gave every nigga the pussyFree as the Chinese restaurant fortune cookiesFree as the peppermint, butterscotch and dum-dums you get at the bankFree as the bootlegger that downloaded my album illegally, thanks"We are orphans and fatherless, our mothers are as widows." Lamentations 5:3