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Caring, FreeMan
Hip-Hop/Rap
Caring, FreeMan was released on June 27, 2025 by No Logo, LLC/ISO Media Group as a part of the album Steel City Serenades
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Release DateJune 27, 2025
LabelNo Logo, LLC/ISO Media Group
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM134

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
T Clinton
T Clinton
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
T Clinton
T Clinton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
L Ruth
L Ruth
Producer

Lyrics

All you need is a plan, all you need is some motion
All you need is a stance, all you need is devotion
Out the way, sittin' low, smokin' dro, tinted windows
I ain't never trust a ****, I can't trust a bimbo
I can't never be a ho, I'd rather down ten toes
You know it's shit that keep me up at night, wonder if I'm wrong or right
Is it fight or flight?
Is it out of spite?
I probably smoke a blunt and sleep it off, I'll be alright
From a city where you either seein' stars or earnin' stripes
You know a lot of shit I refuse, hard to follow rules
Most these **** fools, they just pick and choose
Cut em' off just with the scissors, yeah, I'm sleepin' bitch, I'm snooze
Bitch, I'm hot, yeah I'm on fire, yeah, I swear I struck a fuse
You know I love em, hug em, fuck & feed em, but I don't fuckin need em
Yes, I'm the realest breathin, hotter than any season
Yeah, I don't need a reason, I do this very frequent
Health is wealth my **** run it up, no need for beefin
Some brothers changed on me I'm shitty that them boys still breathin
Ain't worried bout gettin' even, know God don't like that treason
Bad vibes, I gotta hit the road
Oh yes, a **** leavin
Three-five just to meditate before a **** sleepin
Ain't walkin round with a cape on and a S for a crest
Walkin round with a nine, nose high, pokin' out my chest
Making love to my lady, yes, the sex is the best
Countin' up all these hunnids, stash the pros and invest
Yeah, I'm tryin' to find my way, goin' through another phase
Tryin' to find my pace, just end up wastin' days
This haze got me in a daze, got me in my head, goin' through a maze
I only got one life, this appetite, I got a crave
Real one, swear that I'm a real one, three-five and a five percent, so a **** can feel some
Prayin' every day I don't lose my shit and go and kill some
Brothers talkin shit, but I'm not carin, just like Wilson
Yeah I hear the lip, but I ain't carin' just like Wilson
Ball hard and I dip a city on, I bet I Wilson
Written by: T Clinton
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