Back to Top

Free Folk Video (MV)




Performed By: Odd Holiday
Featuring: Mattic, Daylight Robbery
Language: English
Length: 3:48
Written by: Daryl Parks, Robert Waite




Odd Holiday - Free Folk Lyrics
Official




[ Featuring Mattic, Daylight Robbery ]

Making money off people he don't know
Riding on a horse in the star-spangled rodeo
Maybe I'm standing where the lights are not shining
Dipping in and out of Milky Way, I've been designed
Offers from the tax, didn't answer back like people after sex
Hold up, wait a sec
Stop the rushing to be next (why?)
You need to take your time with information you collect
Just protect the pocket like Brady in the shotgun
If the front collapse, fall back, and try to run
Watch how I sleep you, dawg, while I'm talking to you
I am legend, last man, lab doom
Weapon x and the forest is a student
She woke him from his snoring, was like, "What you doing?"
A disturbance only last for a second
Wanting platinum status, she was standing butt-naked
After booty pounding, everything is amounting
Feet hit the floor, need a coffee for the grounding
Another grinder, as the rooms start combining
Here's another clue, easy breathing for the finder
Morning keeps the chill aspect for your reminding
Days keep on hanging for a sunny mountain climb and
Peak of the studio show, flowed the timing
Was timeless after all who were bored for the rhyming
It's your spliff like, can I get a moment?
Fire up the engine, driving up to his opponents
Keep a spare handy and the pocket for components
See the God present, I am him, and he's on
And he's on, on and on and on (and therefore I am)
Lord Sith, what's the reason for the gifts?
Balance of the dark force split from out the lips
The English frontier still closed, many pissed
No satisfaction here, with a plate of fish and chips
Glass screen writing, finger touch, perfect grip
Mark 1, reciting his encryption in the myth
Hold it to the paper, my nigga, it's in the tip
She wanna get it out of him, going out the hips (hey)
It's decoration how the kids place arrangement
How it comes in waves, I can't explain it
And even if you tried, it would come out as a riddle
Rock, steak and drove, Kyrie, I'm on the dribble
Pat it just a little
On no momentum as you scribble
This is string theory of a fiddle
On the vocal phone, echoes lay in the middle
Delay be the way of the walk, talking in syllables
Assemble with the ones you resemble
Free folk type notes, the odd lingo
Over the chin, was speaking you will remember
Way he makes songs is effortless when he enter
Rose pedal stepping, so universal the mental
Drop, drop another boom inspired by Doom
Supervillain, fill him with the drilling
Finding oil in the sound that he be killing
May your soul span the vast galaxy
You will eternally forever stay a part of me
(I am all men, as I am no man)
Rest in peace

Thank you, goodnight, God bless
Smartest f*cking dude in the night
He, he looked, it's a bunch of crazy, drunk white people
They're not gonna remember if I did seven minutes or seventeen
God bless, I'm out
Put down the mic and f*cking walked off
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




Making money off people he don't know
Riding on a horse in the star-spangled rodeo
Maybe I'm standing where the lights are not shining
Dipping in and out of Milky Way, I've been designed
Offers from the tax, didn't answer back like people after sex
Hold up, wait a sec
Stop the rushing to be next (why?)
You need to take your time with information you collect
Just protect the pocket like Brady in the shotgun
If the front collapse, fall back, and try to run
Watch how I sleep you, dawg, while I'm talking to you
I am legend, last man, lab doom
Weapon x and the forest is a student
She woke him from his snoring, was like, "What you doing?"
A disturbance only last for a second
Wanting platinum status, she was standing butt-naked
After booty pounding, everything is amounting
Feet hit the floor, need a coffee for the grounding
Another grinder, as the rooms start combining
Here's another clue, easy breathing for the finder
Morning keeps the chill aspect for your reminding
Days keep on hanging for a sunny mountain climb and
Peak of the studio show, flowed the timing
Was timeless after all who were bored for the rhyming
It's your spliff like, can I get a moment?
Fire up the engine, driving up to his opponents
Keep a spare handy and the pocket for components
See the God present, I am him, and he's on
And he's on, on and on and on (and therefore I am)
Lord Sith, what's the reason for the gifts?
Balance of the dark force split from out the lips
The English frontier still closed, many pissed
No satisfaction here, with a plate of fish and chips
Glass screen writing, finger touch, perfect grip
Mark 1, reciting his encryption in the myth
Hold it to the paper, my nigga, it's in the tip
She wanna get it out of him, going out the hips (hey)
It's decoration how the kids place arrangement
How it comes in waves, I can't explain it
And even if you tried, it would come out as a riddle
Rock, steak and drove, Kyrie, I'm on the dribble
Pat it just a little
On no momentum as you scribble
This is string theory of a fiddle
On the vocal phone, echoes lay in the middle
Delay be the way of the walk, talking in syllables
Assemble with the ones you resemble
Free folk type notes, the odd lingo
Over the chin, was speaking you will remember
Way he makes songs is effortless when he enter
Rose pedal stepping, so universal the mental
Drop, drop another boom inspired by Doom
Supervillain, fill him with the drilling
Finding oil in the sound that he be killing
May your soul span the vast galaxy
You will eternally forever stay a part of me
(I am all men, as I am no man)
Rest in peace

Thank you, goodnight, God bless
Smartest f*cking dude in the night
He, he looked, it's a bunch of crazy, drunk white people
They're not gonna remember if I did seven minutes or seventeen
God bless, I'm out
Put down the mic and f*cking walked off
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Daryl Parks, Robert Waite
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Back to: Odd Holiday

Tags:
No tags yet