More songs by Monster Florence
Description
Producer: Tom Donovan
Composer: Cameron Morrell
Composer: Jonny Poole
Composer: Alex Lock
Composer: Andre Mclean
Composer: Quinton Mitton
Composer: Tom Donovan
Lyricist: Cameron Morrell
Lyricist: Jonny Poole
Lyricist: Alex Lock
Lyricist: Andre Mclean
Lyricist: Quinton Mitton
Lyricist: Tom Donovan
Arranger: Tom Donovan
Lyrics and translation
Original
Freedom feeds the fire. Fellas talk class, all I need's a liar. You wanna dance?
Best keep in time, love. Two left steppers and a breezing right hook.
Freedom feeds the fire. Beep, beep, now I'm squeezing by, I'm knee-deep in a bleak desire.
Please leave me a piece of light, all these dreams come in grief at night, and it's ugly. Trust me, no rest for the wicked on a Sunday.
She fought me, but never ever touched me.
Mama always said, "Boy, you keep bad company, keep bad -company. " -Freedom, came to get you.
Freedom, came to get you.
Freedom, came to get you.
Freedom, came to get you.
Come to get you, come to bet you, check you, set you up, then wet you.
Then put them down, arms and legs you, play your station, something special.
The economy's a dive, the lottery's a lie. Misery, a Fortune 500 company to buy.
You want it, so you got it, the stocks are on the rise, while nurses break posture for nothing more than pride. The foster child to your demise.
Don't wanna put the blame on you, but my nigga, just own it.
No bread coming in, you lost the market share -like Hovis, and yeah, that's showbiz. -Goodbye.
-I'll be gone in sixty seconds. -One thing. . .
She's twenty-four seconds from clothless.
Been running out of time, trying to find our focus.
A scalpel to the mind, but can't find the word to define these jokers. Our society's hopeless. And socialism was invented by a sociopath.
Life as we know it has changed, and it's never turning back.
Freedom, came to get you.
Freedom, came to get you.
Freedom, came to get you.
Freedom, came to get you.
Come to get you, come to bet you, check you, set you up, then wet you. Then put them down, arms and legs you, play your station, something special.
Come to get you, come to bet you, check you, set you up, then wet you.
Then put them down, arms and legs you, play your station, something special.
It's a tale as old as time. The story as modern as history. Ronnie and Reggie,
Bobby and Whitney.
I don't watch Disney, and she don't watch Dave, but she want a little Dicky, want a little pick-me-up. Yeah, yeah, yeah, not a little pick-me.
I'm on that N way, running on empty.
Wanna come chat to me, wanna convince me, wanna -just- -Freedom, came to get you.
English translation
Freedom feeds the fire. Fellas talk class, all I need's a liar. You wanna dance?
Best keep in time, love. Two left steppers and a breezing right hook.
Freedom feeds the fire. Beep, beep, now I'm squeezing by, I'm knee-deep in a bleak desire.
Please leave me a piece of light, all these dreams come in grief at night, and it's ugly. Trust me, no rest for the wicked on a Sunday.
She fought me, but never ever touched me.
Mama always said, "Boy, you keep bad company, keep bad -company. " -Freedom, came to get you.
Freedom, came to get you.
Freedom, came to get you.
Freedom, came to get you.
Come to get you, come to bet you, check you, set you up, then wet you.
Then put them down, arms and legs you, play your station, something special.
The economy's a dive, the lottery's a lie. Misery, a Fortune 500 company to buy.
You want it, so you got it, the stocks are on the rise, while nurses break posture for nothing more than pride. The foster child to your demise.
Don't wanna put the blame on you, but my nigga, just own it.
No bread coming in, you lost the market share -like Hovis, and yeah, that's showbiz. -Goodbye.
-I'll be gone in sixty seconds. -One thing. . .
She's twenty-four seconds from clothless.
Been running out of time, trying to find our focus.
A scalpel to the mind, but can't find the word to define these jokers. Our society's hopeless. And socialism was invented by a sociopath.
Life as we know it has changed, and it's never turning back.
Freedom, came to get you.
Freedom, came to get you.
Freedom, came to get you.
Freedom, came to get you.
Come to get you, come to bet you, check you, set you up, then wet you. Then put them down, arms and legs you, play your station, something special.
Come to get you, come to bet you, check you, set you up, then wet you.
Then put them down, arms and legs you, play your station, something special.
It's a tale as old as time. The story as modern as history. Ronnie and Reggie,
Bobby and Whitney.
I don't watch Disney, and she don't watch Dave, but she want a little Dicky, want a little pick-me-up. Yeah, yeah, yeah, not a little pick-me.
I'm on that N way, running on empty.
Wanna come chat to me, wanna convince me, wanna -just- -Freedom, came to get you.