Verse 1 I can still see that look in your eyes Like a montage imagining my whole life Then suddenly, you're gone I remember the way that you laughed
so hard, so hard, Picking from all the queens and All of this means that My own dreams are showing me for What I'll always really see to be free
First Verse Travel past my eyelids, into the back of my skull You'll see her pictures pasted all over the walls I don't got any reason to go on If
Baby" and "Darlin'" (And I would but) I swear I hear the Birds sing your name quite often It doesn't matter if the wind goes And does turn to stone The birds
I guess I've got to re-route my dreams I?m wild just like a rock, a stone, a tree I?m free just like the wind the breeze that blows And I flow just
I set you free I'll set you free Cause all I want is the moon upon a stick just to see what if Just to see what is The bird that's flown into my room
[Intro - Beyonce] Fighting temptation [Missy] Yo Beyonce, Free, MC Lyte, y'all ready Let it put it down for the clubs [Beyonce + Missy + Free + MC Lyte
a Faygo, two-liter for myself Walked out the store like a G that's when I heard The click-click sound of a boss bird The store owner he didn't like a
the club, Free gully no doubt See this real deal playa, starin' dead in my mouth He got his crew, but I got mine too Send a note to my table like, what
1994, Tay is in this muthafucka An' I could never be a silly stupid ass sucka Busta, it runs in the family Shakin' 'em, breakin' em, takin' em like a
to his crib no doubt we will go on route we move out for the money dummy this is how we live this is Birdman and Philly free we are eating getting money
either that or I'ma squeeze the gat an' pop ten out You see codione, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen An' if a bitch don't like me, she must like
't think the time is right (no) Call when I'm ready, but it won't be tonight [Second verse: Free] We in da club Free gully no doubt See this real deal
Restless for home and routine Restless for country-safety and her Restless for the likes of reckless me Restless sweeps like fire and rain Over virgin wilderness It prowls like
got outed You just a fake clown who front and rout about it I got a new deal For a few mil Shoot to kill You fruity like dru hill You spare change you
My free style,flying over this world Kill your bad minds,but he's never back down He's like a bird in a tree,'cause this feeling is so free He's flying
