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mister freedom - suite for smalls lyrics

[narrative verse: fl]

i know this girl
used to think she was bad
she used to make me laugh, but i made her cry
right then we had split our paths
guess she heard ’bout mine
anyway, in my lane one day i had seen her p-ss
guess i caught her eye
she seen me too, slowed down as i hit the gas
then i pulled beside
right away, i could tell that life ain’t been too kind
turnt up all night, shots all day, cocaine, some herb must feel like
a quick escape, in her mind
but her ways are getting lost
in the hazy fog
of the club hype
and the bud lights
and the b-mp right before she walked out the bathroom, and hit her blunt twice
and her love life
is sketchy
she lives for all the attention
all the addiction
stems from giving in to all of the pressure
just to impress them
just to invest in
broken promises
empty futures and no acknowledgement
so she turns to what she know
she got her hope
but no accomplishments
d-mn
but no accomplishments
d-mn

[verse 1: fl]

still she out here trying to get her paper
ducking out from the “one time” when she out here on these capers
she hit the vapor
she hit the paper
and she hit the swisher
give her wine
and she will oblige
give her hard liquor
and i guarantee she’ll take a line
h-ll yeah she fine
but she was finer
always seen her by somebody side
something designer
on her body even on her eyes
couldn’t define her
but now its easier to decide!
she was a miner, she desired her a fools gold
with no success, so she retired to a cool ho
rolling up the trees, for several nino browns’
it was known that you could beat it down, but please dont skeet it out!
she out here on these bus lines in the freezing cold!
soon to be victim of a bust down, like she ain’t know!
walking in to fire weed, and pinot grigio!
she under a spell, but minimal wealth brought that greedy ho
oh really ho?
you gotta go

[hook: fl]

‘don’t be afraid’

“looking down the barrel of the gun, son of a gun”

bang!

‘for a while’

“son of a b-tch, gettin’ paid, gettin’ rich”

you know

you only get one shot, you better make it count
whether it’s win or loss, i’m staying down!
just hit me on my line, or you can hit my text
no matter what the time, if you in distress

she told me everything!

‘i feel your tears, as they fall on my cheek’
‘they are warm’
‘they are warm’
‘like the(sun)’

[verse 2: fl]

she got her makeup ready for the night
she got her hair, she got her dress together looking tight
her n-gg- for the time, asked her to hold a little white
she had no issues with it, as long as he would get her right
and so they headed off into the evening, oh but first
lets say “mr. white”, had to go drop off that little work
so they’re directed to the other side of town
see “mr. white” is kinda new, and all these dudes he roll around
with dont go there
the dimly lit lights, and empty streets make it so clear
they’re pulling up in other territory, looking so weird
suddenly, a group from out of the shadows come from nowhere
emptying purses, and pockets, obviously it’s cold here
whoa there!
“mr. white” terrified, she has no fear
she set it up yesterday, been doing this shit the whole year!
but i heard that karma caught up with her though
she went from full throttle, to calling prison home
i tried to tell her to be cool, but she ain’t listen though
missing precious family moments, blowing kisses in the phone
i think inside she always knew where she was fixing to go
fast money makes hindsight the clearest visual
i swear

- mister freedom lyrics

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