Ryan “Ryu” Alexy - 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 h*monyms 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 f**ed up Free spirits Free spirits Free spirits They want us all to get f**ed up Free spirits Free spirits Free spirits They want us all to get f**ed up Free spirits Free spirits Free spirits They want us all to get f**ed 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 motherf**er 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 f**ed up Free spirits Free spirits Free spirits They want us all to get f**ed up Free spirits Free spirits Free spirits They want us all to get f**ed up Free spirits Free spirits Free spirits They want us all to get f**ed up Free spirits Free spirits Free spirits