puffy joshua and 7palms - Story of Free (A Crave For Holocene)

Shit is diatonic
Looters pursuin' suit
Thought the fabric will earn they profit
Fuck whoever is knocking
See the Pelippers flocking
Dior, Dior, bitch
And not one nigga can top it

A constant crave for the Holocene
The winter feasts on oaks and leaves
Through this waking dream
It seems I was in Sodom
Then I sold my soul to see a man named Free
Said run your chain, nigga please

Give me a minute
These desires is black fire
For my spirit
Under maintenance for a while
Hold my spirit
Where's Widget? That wow wow
Fix my spirit
My spirit
Give me a minute
These desires is black fire
For my spirit
Under maintenance for a while
Hold my spirit
Where's Widget? That wow wow
Fix my spirit
My spirit

A constant crave for the Holocene
Rinse and repeat (I)
Foraged forests to see the free
Pricked and prodded, bushes with teeth
The skies inverted gates wailing cried
Run from the King
Cried run from the Free
Cried it's not what it seems
Didn't believe when eyes caught a gold shine from they teeth
Just want the riches for keeps
Am I a human if a nigga can't eat
I kept walking through the shadows in the
Palace of Free

Give me a minute
These desires is black fire
For my spirit
Under maintenance for a while
Hold my spirit
Where's Widget? That wow wow
Fix my spirit
My spirit
Give me a minute
These desires is black fire
For my spirit
Under maintenance for a while
Hold my spirit
Where's Widget? That wow wow
Fix my spirit
My spirit

Written by:
Joshua Fletcher

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