Free To Lay
whispers...
in the night send quite a bit of fright
yesterday dreams of eating vanilla ice ceam
outside in the street hearing people scream
going shadow boxing & I'm not lying
getting busy in my crib got fish that's frying
years ago let the truth be told,
you will do what you've been told until the rights to you are sold
getting busy & free to lay every single day
at the back of the bar
shooting hoops lisening to the juke & their you are
took out my magical pad drawng pictures having fun
Time is a killer gettig caught right in the midde
Sucka's want to blame me for all the mistakes in the world
Waiting to get past ths new phase getting lost in a purple haze
Out on the street I see a bum pissing
Is there something I should learn in this newest lesson
Free to lay under the sun watching everybody have some fun
There's a quest in my heart blown full of desire
getting lost in the sauce now I'm ready to retire
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