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Freeform Angel (Prod. Laxxp) Video (MV)




Performed By: Rey Morado
Length: 1:27
Written by: ERIK TUFT




Rey Morado - Freeform Angel (Prod. Laxxp) Lyrics




Aint got a care, know they ain't f*ckin wit it
I been feelin' like that nigga, hah, don't need yo pity
Pr-prolly 'sassinate my character, I'm too independent
Be too elevated baby, shit, view bluer than denim
They say my hair so long, locs be kissin' my temples
Disbelievers at first, second pay tithes to the mission
Oh they stressin', stressin', single f*ck can't be given
Double back on these niggas halo can't block out my vision I be that

Freeform Angel, Freeform Angel
Freeform Angel, Cheaye, cheaye, cheaye
Freeform Angel, Freeform Angel, Freeform Angel
Cheaye, cheaye, cheaye

Got it blockin' my eyes, funny I still peep the vision
Be the flavor that these people missin', water for the drought, Lonnie Johnson pistol
Can't chop it up wit yo main thang, her disposition gray from my decision
I be that catalyst for division, wit the clan yeen squad get to dippin'
Folk tryna kick it I ain't wit it, to busy tryna micromanage living
Let my shawty tell it it a kill me, I just can't rest til we all straight
Slay my demons young Dante, never daunted by the evil yall say
And if I did it'd be a long wait, wait, nigga we done came a long way
When errday be a long day, rather burn down in my enclave
Sh-shit, we gone be beyond paid, weed addiction dirty laundry
Hubris raisin up the wrong way
So much juice bet I pull Beyonce and give a f*ck who it rub the wrong way
Cheaye, cheaye, cheaye.
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Aint got a care, know they ain't f*ckin wit it
I been feelin' like that nigga, hah, don't need yo pity
Pr-prolly 'sassinate my character, I'm too independent
Be too elevated baby, shit, view bluer than denim
They say my hair so long, locs be kissin' my temples
Disbelievers at first, second pay tithes to the mission
Oh they stressin', stressin', single f*ck can't be given
Double back on these niggas halo can't block out my vision I be that

Freeform Angel, Freeform Angel
Freeform Angel, Cheaye, cheaye, cheaye
Freeform Angel, Freeform Angel, Freeform Angel
Cheaye, cheaye, cheaye

Got it blockin' my eyes, funny I still peep the vision
Be the flavor that these people missin', water for the drought, Lonnie Johnson pistol
Can't chop it up wit yo main thang, her disposition gray from my decision
I be that catalyst for division, wit the clan yeen squad get to dippin'
Folk tryna kick it I ain't wit it, to busy tryna micromanage living
Let my shawty tell it it a kill me, I just can't rest til we all straight
Slay my demons young Dante, never daunted by the evil yall say
And if I did it'd be a long wait, wait, nigga we done came a long way
When errday be a long day, rather burn down in my enclave
Sh-shit, we gone be beyond paid, weed addiction dirty laundry
Hubris raisin up the wrong way
So much juice bet I pull Beyonce and give a f*ck who it rub the wrong way
Cheaye, cheaye, cheaye.
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Writer: ERIK TUFT
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave

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