paroles de chanson 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