Feel free to clear your thoughts with me. Tell me that you're able to fullfill your desire again. Feel free to loose your mind with me. Somehow I know
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Feel free to clear your thoughts with me. Tell me that you're able to fulfill your desire again. Feel free to loose your mind with me. Somehow I know
: Feel free to clear your thoughts with me. Tell me that you're able to fulfill your desire again. Feel free to loose your mind with me. Somehow I know
born free, born free I was born free, born free I was born free, born free I was born free, born free Born free, born free Born free, born free I don
you believe in magic, in a young girl's heart? How the music can free her, whenever it starts And it's magic, if the music is groovy It makes you feel
lake I hopped into the back of a jacked up jeep Felt the wind upon my face We got to the spot and the sun was hot Everybody was feelin' fine So we jumped
And keep getting closer to that light I think I might... CHORUS: Not today, maybe not tomorrow Everything in time Have it all But do you recall Back when our minds were so free
tomorrow Follow, my flow, get the cash and go Call my homey B-Rizzy in Mexico City Loose lips sink ships, faker faces got guilt Didn't mean to call you
the twisted reach of crazy sorrow Yes to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free Silhouetted by the sea circled by the circus sands Let me forget about today until tomorrow
here to hammer ya Go ask Pamela or your baby, mama lil' Tamera Feel like a samera or Zorro rich niggas don't barrow Fill a check and wait 'til the bank open tomorrow
group, symphony's explosive Half the appetite, that's the sacrifice That's the path of light, laugh to afterlife Earthly primitive disturbing images Center of attention, feel
feel? Bink bitch How does it feel? It probably feels wack Ladies and gentlemen How does it feel? Phat or Wack? How does it feel to be you How does
em pictures, holla on tha phone try to keep em motivated til they make it home sometimes i feel like im locked up and im free sometimes i feel like its
week just isn't enough.) Evening's at the bus stop With the traffic lights so red While the day's ships hunger Faces filled with dread At tomorrow's
hate and love and rage and pain and i do not feel ashamed and i will fo ahead and face the truth the reality i need to free myself from self-preservation
face Can you feel it? It's going some paces No inhibitions We could still have some more So pass me my jeans From your side of the floor No plans for tomorrow
