Freedom! Yeah. I search for my heart in a sky full of eyes. Leap in and dance with the blinds. Feels like my hands have been forced. Tied, pride. Can't go no where but behind. Looking at streets, people is losing they lives. People is losing they 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 using? So why should I even distract? I'm trying to break out the coupe. Need a flop for the roof. Yank go somewhere new in my mind. I just keep shooting and dying, shooting and trying. Double up, true to design. I think there's got to 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 Southland, where I need that humid air. I put two feet through the old church door, holy water run through my head, yeah, yeah. Freedom, got freedom on my mind. True to design, true to design. Things I'm dreaming of. Yes, I do. I said freedom. True to design, true to design. Things I'm dreaming of. Got freedom on my mind. On my mind, on my mind. Yeah, you can still be who you want to be. That's your difference. You got vision. Even though some things go wrong, you're still so driven. No transmission. Just keep riding fast in that jungle past those thundercats and your hundred miles. This wonderland, long as you go, your distance, no provisions. Take me back to the West Coast. Catch the sun before it sets. I'll drink a 40 in the middle of your headlights. Run your fingers down my leg. 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. True to design, true to design. Things I'm dreaming of. Yes, I do. Oh, yeah. Freedom. True to design, true to design. Things I'm dreaming of. Got freedom on my mind. On my mind. On my mind. On my mind. OK, now everybody's got to 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 want to pace it. I just want to stop when it came from the basement. Now look, it's all stars. Such a sensation. Out of the ballpark, so many haters. I guess it's my fault. I done been playing. Baby, I bought her. What is you saying? Keep looking for freedom. You don't even see them. Keep looking for stars. You'll be home when you reach them. Watch out for the snakes in your thoughts and your demons. Some people are leeching. Some people relieving. Sometimes it is you and nobody believe you. Sometimes it get hard to keep going, keep breathing. But you got to make it. You got to make it. You got a purpose. Destined for greatness. I just keep driving. You just keep chasing. We want to touch it. We want to taste it. Yes, you created it. It is what you make it. Huh? Freedom. Got freedom on my mind. True to design, true to design. Things I'm dreaming of. Yes, I do. Oh, yeah. Freedom. Got freedom on my mind. True to design, true to design. Things I'm dreaming of. Got freedom on my mind. On my mind. On my mind. Freedom.