(Freedom) Yeah

(Haze)

I search through my heart in a sky full of eyes

Leap in and dance with the blind

Feels like my hands have been forced, tied, pride

Can't go nowhere but behind

Look at the streets

People is losing their lives

People is losing their mind

Go cop a gun, cop a plea, cop a room at the nine

Look up and shoot at the sky

I should be used to this life

Who am I? Useless

And why should I even just try?

I'm tryna break out the coupe

Lead a flock with the roof, yea

And go somewhere new in my mind

I just keep shooting and dying

Shooting and trying

Double, I'm true to design

I think there's gotta be something I ain't even seen

Man, I ain't just no proof of the times

Take me back to the West coast

Where the sun shines all day

Weaving through the heart of Los Angeles

To the San Francisco bay

Take me down to the south land

Oh I need that humid air

I put two feet through the old church door

Holy water run through my hair

Freedom, got freedom on my mind, yes I do

Say Freedom, I got freedom on my mind

On my mind, on my mind, on my mind

Yeah you can still be who you wanna be

That's your difference, you got vision

Even though some things go wrong, you still so driven

More transmission

Just be riding fast on that jungle pass

Those thundercats and your hundred lost

This wonderland, long as you go the distance

No provisions

Take me back to the West coast

Catch the sun before it sets

I drink a 40 in the middle of your headlights

Run your fingers down my legs

My heart's forever open

It doesn't matter where I go

I got my roots deep in California

But the road got into my bones

On my, on my mind, got into my bones

I said on my, on my mind, got into my bones

Freedom, got freedom on my mind, yes I do

Freedom, I got freedom on my mind

On my mind, on my mind, on my mind

Okay, now everybody's gotta love somebody

Looking in the mirror like "what on earth you want from me?"

Looking in your eyes like I know you got love for me

I just wanna please it

I just wanna stop running, came from the basement

Now look it's all stars, such a sensation

Out of the ball park, so many haters

I guess it's my fault, I just be playin'

Baby I ball hard, what is you sayin'

Keep looking for freedom

Looking for God when you don't even see him

Keep looking for stars, you be home when you reach him

Watch out for the snakes in the thoughts and your demons

Some people are leeches

Some people believe it

Sometimes it's just you and nobody believe it

Sometimes it get hard to keep going, keep breathing

But you gotta make it, you gotta make it

You got a purpose, destined for greatness

I just keep thriving, you just keep chasing

We wanna treasure, we wanna taste it

Guess you create it so this what you made it, huh

Freedom, got freedom on my mind, yes I do

Freedom, woah, I got freedom on my mind,

On my mind, on my mind

Freed