You gotta be free I hoped your blinded eyes will see You gotta believe, yeah Don't, don't fear, don't break it You gotta be free, you gotta believe Don
will see You gotta believe Yeah D-D-Don't fear, don't break it You gotta be free (You gotta believe) Don't, don't let him hold you down C'mon, c'mon
away Ooh, yeah Leave by night, and stay by day Say your with me, There's gold ahead, there's golden dreams And life's hells and bad pleas, yeah will you
the girl And you crushed your soul Around you standing out of reach Before you know So you wet your? finger Hold it up But there's no wind there Telling you where you where you
trying to wrap my head around If everything will be alright And how you didn't have to do it now And I don't know how you managed to sleep with knowing that you
eyes will see You gotta believe Yeah D-D-Don't fear, don't break it You gotta be free (You gotta believe) Don't, don't let him hold you down C'mon,
respect you even through the prejudice. You're blind leading blind It's not hard to see. Yeah... You gotta believe! Don't fear. Don't break it. You gotta
repetentant sinners blood stained banner i done rep for my lord whom i represent from the island of summer to the gs in the gang with the rocks on they
you don't believe me watch I'm a beast on the mic There's nobody left to help you Cause bitch I'm nice How many times I gotta tell you? Damn man, fuck
corner while you parle' with dun I clap you, I clap him, and thats rule number one Suckin my dick, and I dont give a fuck what you spit Who you are, where you
me? If you don't it's the one that hit you with the WHOO YEAH Used to make it so hot, you couldn't breathe the air [Verse 3: The Original Spinderella
you a shootin star and you'll, never miss Cause life ones big road with lots of signs So when you ridin through them rocks don't complicate your mind
day would come and I'd leave you in the dark You told me that you need me and I showed you I'd be there Now you've got me wrapped up in this crazy love
With I'm Bad, Hit You In Your Eye And Your Bitch Hit U When Youre High, Now You It, Now You Sit Hardcore Baby, Yeah Hot Cars Stop Call Rockstar What You
: Dear Summer, Yeah, suffix people, you know, you, you, you already, yeah, come on Kickin rocks on the block tellin all the old g's I be coming for your
captains lost our city now we gotta get it back I'm on top nigga, you can take it how you wanna But ain't nothin impress me for the last three summers
you smell what Tical cookin' Ain't tryin' to see central bookin' so tell ya goon stop lookin' 'Know What You Did Last Summer', so I started hookin' You
you parle with dun I clap you, I clap him, and that's rule number one Suckin' my dick, and I don't give a fuck what you spit Who you are, where you
