Free Spirits lyrics

[Intro]

Sippin' on that liquor

Faded like my picture

Faded like my picture

Faded like my picture

Sippin' on that liquor

Faded like my picture

You know I'm in my zone

Faded in the mixture

[Verse 1]

Self-fulfilling not full of myself

I'll show 'em my hell

And when I go I'll pull it myself

December snow all cold that I felt

No coal that I felt could be a diamond

I squeezed and mined it - Inshallah

Gave it a shot, it stayed on my palms

Napalms don't seem to mind it - stigmata

Everything I touch - King Midas

Gold ain't really worth that much it's a crutch be honest

They're colorblind, I see violets

Backwards Bergman's Persona

Everybody humming all the hymns

Homonyms flooding with the fish

Going with the flow, running with the rest

That lowly-lowly-low still drumming on my ribs

Oh no, save me from my life

Take me on a flight

Isn't it interesting, isn't it great?

We disintegrate integrate drift into space

Like cosmic dust I was born a star

A storm that started a wanderlust

My omnibus is a work in progress

’Til posthumous no god I trust

[Hook]

They want us all to get fucked up

Free spirits

Free spirits

Free spirits

They want us all to get fucked up

Free spirits

Free spirits

Free spirits

They want us all to get fucked up

Free spirits

Free spirits

Free spirits

They want us all to get fucked up

Free spirits

Free spirits

Free spirits

[Verse 2]

Fireball shots fire thy blunderbuss

Wounds hide inside wondrous

Knife juggler, sliced jugular

They utter, but I'm subtler

Cognitive summoner

Cognizant front runner

Running up’s not an option I'm opting to run amuck

Not one of Arsenic's stomachers

Let's put the cult in culture

I put the volt to vultures

Electric birds fly over oceans

Open sojourn soaked in sulfur

Those broken bones burn the same

Don't you know we’re to blame

We sold our souls over chosen flames went to search the plains

And maintained hope floats, it won't turn to rain

(So turn up) Nah motherfucker get down

Don't get involved head down

Holes that we all head down, take another shot get rounds

Then chase another shot get rounds

Round here people tattoo to count years

Crocodile tears drown fears

Dirtiest mirrors perfect appearance

Murder each other turn 'em to spirits yea

[Hook]

They want us all to get fucked up

Free spirits

Free spirits

Free spirits

They want us all to get fucked up

Free spirits

Free spirits

Free spirits

They want us all to get fucked up

Free spirits

Free spirits

Free spirits

They want us all to get fucked up

Free spirits

Free spirits

Free spirits

• Artist:Sadistik
• Album:Altars (2017)