Mr. Wildenfree - Well... Lyrics

Ah... Well

Well It's beginning to look a lot like the ending of this fictional rap shit
Mr. Wildenfree is on yo Tracklist
Practice not for perfection, but for the lesson
And the blessings always there
You just gotta know how to sensitive
I'ma live
Just now how you're telling me
I'm gon live inside my heart
And raise to higher degrees
I done damn sure went to school and got college degree
But there's something missing that is what my heart is telling me
Ain't it seem that life was just more meant to be
I done just swore that I seen we were meant to be free
Underground Roots, grassroots yellin all the truth
Only in the booth, cause they buy out auditoriums
Emporiums of decorum, decorated decor
Got the story tellin all my teachings like its folk lore
This is not bought in the store
Yeah they call me Wildenfree
But it's a small donation to circulate for the fee
Sounds a lot like socialism
Might end up in prison
No feelings attached, just speaking matter of fact
I love all the races, but I'm still black
I got bounding paces, Ima leap that
Just another Label, that I ripped back
Tore off all of the labels, all the name tags
Hit command A, then I space back
Then I refresh, And I save As

Well
Well
Well

Stop flossin' God is still callin
Different area codes but still all in
Don't let the media mock it
You're part of me we're all starships
So let's fly away

Well
Well alright
Well
Well Aright

Reform all we adorn, Stop watching porn
Got the story tellin all my teachings & you need more
I cant emphasize enough, bout the funk
In the bass line
Hand on her waste line
Man how we waste time
Why don't we put a ring up on it
Call her baby woman
Caught the Joneses
For her twerkin in the morning
Feelin' WildenFree
Cup a tea and I'm zonin
Don't you wanna get a contact while I'm
Smokin
Chronic loud, turn it down or turn it up
I don't really give a flying flip a table or a cup
Get inspired by just lookin may not even have to touch
Feel the light
Fire up
Be True
Show Love

Ah... Well
Well
Well alright
Well
Well alright

Why don't we put a ring up on it
Call her baby woman
Caught the Joneses
For her twerkin in the morning
How much more can I take til I'm horny?
Spiritual & sexual so now I really want it, let us
Write it down, manifest, creative sex
Can't get caught up with the palm or the hand, not in jest
When I say that we should press the x on triple XXX
Find one that's real
Go deep, stay blessed
Stop flossin' God is still callin
Different area codes but still all in
Don't let the media mock it
You're part of me we're all starseeds
So just let it be

Well
Well alright
Well
Well alright