Stephen Yummy - Freedom

I was there living my life no one was there for me on a lifting
I care what they say they pulling my name they pulling my name for tester
Like Barbie was stuck in the mock room
Like daddy was stuck in the shade room
Like what like huh
Non of this bitches don’t no I work it
I guess my nigga playing that shit
But he never no what to do for his freedom
They looking me down on a GSpot
I hold up to the lamb like I felt love
They calling me out cause am indoors
He play this jam like he won that
I pray for lord
I pray for lord
I pray for lord for his mercy
I pray for lord
I pray for lord
I pray for lord for his grace
I pray for lord i pray for lord like you wanna dance in church
Like you wanna rest on the soul
Like you wanna rest on the hole
Am getting my brought to saying
All this cops are saying my name
They putting on news like hole
They got in court like go
Give him his freedom thou
Give him his freedom thou
Give him his freedom thou
Give him his freedom thou
Thou thou
Thou thou
Thou thou
Thou thou
Thou thou
About to give him his freedom
About to make you regret you chose that
For holding that that huh king ting
Stephen Yummy huh freedom