Lyrics Free Spirits - Sadistik
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
Same
is
in
the
mixture
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
to
trust
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
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
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
take
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
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
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
Same
is
in
the
mixture
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