Locksmith - Be Free lyrics
[Locksmith - Be Free lyrics]
And I might be here, but it’s really not me
It’s something going on and nobody don’t see
All these niggas going on
Wishing all upon me
I’ve been dreaming all along, I
Just wanna be free, yeah!
I’ve been dreaming all along, I
Just wanna be free, yeah!
I’ve been dreaming all along
I just wanna be!
And they call her, little light skin
Pretty figure nice bling
Raised by her mother
Ridiculed by her white friends
Attached ploids to get a night in
Fucking for acceptance
Shadow view through her life’s lens
Repelling for attention
Cloudier the outer shell
Had to sour smell of religion
Shrouded tail of sedition auction
Enough for attributes
Cut her hair shorter, distorted glimpse
What that would do?
And her family had a backwards view
Neglected expected to follow soon
Till she packed and moved
Passive aggressive attitude
Singer slash actress
So attractive, you have to drool
And if that confuses see her in the setting
Top floor and the private party
Spinning liquor on the bed
Letting her thought go
Telling me a self story
Like what these people do if I
Flew from the twelfth story?
And I might be here, but it’s really not me
It’s something going on and nobody don’t see
All these niggas going on
Wishing all upon me
I’ve been dreaming all along, I
Just wanna be free, yeah!
I’ve been dreaming all along, I
Just wanna be free, yeah!
I’ve been dreaming all along
I just wanna be!
And told her that life is what you’re making
Be careful for you taking
She said pretty looks became
Her security blanket
The game could be a trip
Sometimes can stumble and trip
These other bitches you trip
You’re busting tables that this bank wit's
And you’re on that big bank tower bank shit
People aiming to shoot when it’s
Probably easy to bank it
Pain sit's in the face, it’s plain anguish
Try to talk about a job, but to her
That’s a foreign language
Penny for her thoughts
Quarters if you’re out of range
Feeling out of touch
But you out of luck if you’re out of change
Kinda of strange the conversation we had
She said it all sparked from
A conversation with dad
And I might be here, but it’s really not me
He said you be holding in
All these feelings I see
And you’re struggling with your past
Pretending you couldn’t grasp
Emotional conflicts, constrict what we had!
And I know I’m not perfect
I just wanna stay friends
And every man you had since then
You blame them and can’t change men
She’s telling herself stories
Sucking this pack room
The view from the twelfth story
It’s something going on and nobody don’t see
All these niggas going on
Wishing all upon me
I’ve been dreaming all along, I
Just wanna be free, yeah!
I’ve been dreaming all along, I
Just wanna be free, yeah!
I’ve been dreaming all along
I just wanna be!
And they call her, little light skin
Pretty figure nice bling
Raised by her mother
Ridiculed by her white friends
Attached ploids to get a night in
Fucking for acceptance
Shadow view through her life’s lens
Repelling for attention
Cloudier the outer shell
Had to sour smell of religion
Shrouded tail of sedition auction
Enough for attributes
Cut her hair shorter, distorted glimpse
What that would do?
And her family had a backwards view
Neglected expected to follow soon
Till she packed and moved
Passive aggressive attitude
Singer slash actress
So attractive, you have to drool
And if that confuses see her in the setting
Top floor and the private party
Spinning liquor on the bed
Letting her thought go
Telling me a self story
Like what these people do if I
Flew from the twelfth story?
And I might be here, but it’s really not me
It’s something going on and nobody don’t see
All these niggas going on
Wishing all upon me
I’ve been dreaming all along, I
Just wanna be free, yeah!
I’ve been dreaming all along, I
Just wanna be free, yeah!
I’ve been dreaming all along
I just wanna be!
And told her that life is what you’re making
Be careful for you taking
She said pretty looks became
Her security blanket
The game could be a trip
Sometimes can stumble and trip
These other bitches you trip
You’re busting tables that this bank wit's
And you’re on that big bank tower bank shit
People aiming to shoot when it’s
Probably easy to bank it
Pain sit's in the face, it’s plain anguish
Try to talk about a job, but to her
That’s a foreign language
Penny for her thoughts
Quarters if you’re out of range
Feeling out of touch
But you out of luck if you’re out of change
Kinda of strange the conversation we had
She said it all sparked from
A conversation with dad
And I might be here, but it’s really not me
He said you be holding in
All these feelings I see
And you’re struggling with your past
Pretending you couldn’t grasp
Emotional conflicts, constrict what we had!
And I know I’m not perfect
I just wanna stay friends
And every man you had since then
You blame them and can’t change men
She’s telling herself stories
Sucking this pack room
The view from the twelfth story