) (Change the way I feel) (You will, you will find) And you will find that I'm gonna be (Now that time has changed) (Change the way I feel) (You will, you will
Free my mind, taught to run I didn't get to your mind You'll see another part of me Go ahead, I'll work around You didn't, didn't get what you need It
Free my mind Been taught to run I did't get To your mind You'll see another part of me Go ahead, I'll work around You did't (didn't) get what
I really want to be free Got me caught and I'm living in a low life world It's your unoriginality that's killing me I've just got to be free Now tell
Übersetzung: Will Young. Kostenlos.
Übersetzung: Will Young. Free My Mind.
And I really want to be free Got me caught and I'm living in a low life world It's your unoriginality that's killing me I've just got to be free Now
Put Compton on my back when you in need of soldiers At my last show I threw away my N.W.A. gold I had the whole crowd yellin' "Free Yayo!" So niggaz better
So its gets harder every day we live He might be scared of the pain he saw But just take it with a pinch of salt The eyes to the world will set you free
some skeet for the next one, hon All you have to do is believe And the skeet will set you free [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Skeetin' is for the young and old
And last but not least, marvelous J.P., And we can't forget Cisco - we're glad you are free So one day to your kids you will tell the story Of how the
: How many more Saturday nights do you have left to run free? You got your women waiting outside, when will you go make her complete? You see a burden
Mary We won't worry everyting will come real Free like the bird in the tree We won't worry everyting will come real Yes we free like the bird in the tree
west Like yay-yo Niggaz pull out when I say so Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatal 'fficiently I delete then flee The art of war Livin' sucka free
we burn the other week Now we got him in a smash, blast How long will it last 'til the po' gettin mo' cash Until then, raise up! Tell my young black males
got homies that will hunt you til you drop I hope the Lord will forgive me, I was a G And gettin high was a way of gettin free I see death around the
tough on a friend In my mind, I see the same motherfuckers ballin Alcohol will make the lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call I know the young niggaz
