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Cleanse Freestyle (Synth Version)
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Cleanse Freestyle (Synth Version) was released on June 26, 2026 by big enough Home as a part of the album LIGHTMAN, Alive
June 26, 2026
Labelbig enough Home
LanguageEnglish
BPM162
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Wrath in me, uh
Got wrath in me, but I train it
Fashion on me, you can't read it
Everyone else comfy, I gotta be it
Twenty years in, now I see it
I ain't think it's gon' take this long
Uh
I hate bullies
Hate that you could be racist but love A Boogie
You got one friend from NY, think you know Brooklyn
Got your first check, spent it on a logo hoodie
Broke so long you needed to stunt right
Someone needs to see that you paid a price
Poverty has its wounds so you heal with swipes
Helps you sleep at night, mm
Steppin' on snakes got me snakeskin loafers
Supreme selvedge jeans a makeshift holster
Pull up to the function, palms open, skull glowin'
Lord, keep me away from these hoes in men's clothes
Keep me away from the price of a man's soul
If you need me rich, make me rich
If you need me broke, make me broke
I got wrath in me, but I train it
Fashion on me, you can't read it
Everyone else comfy, I gotta be it
Twenty years in, now I see it
They are not gatekeepers, they not sleepin'
They noticed, kept quiet, competin'
Yo, don't call me a legend, I just got these Nines wet
Too many get called legend just 'cause they ain't die yet
Got no knowledge, just need my soul proper
You think you so poppin', dawg, you a soap opera
You grass is greener guy, you's a grasshopper
Can't let them wear me out, I know the world watchin'
Could stand in one place and be a globetrotter
Who lied and said the goal is to have no problems?
So much good problems, could fill a book by them
No form 'round 'em, walk in clear water
Cable ripper outer, I'm a showstopper
Name got more louder, fame and more power
Saw these targets on my body like Stone Island
Before he say, she say, he say me, I
It was brocks and beats or secondhand Butters that pop
From the seams, quarter water, sip on the crates
Recallin' the block, we were stars
Thinkin' small, now we large in them spots
What we have is enough, give it all that I got
Made it triple, made it square root of nine
Made it pimple, made it pop
Made it out of the forgotten
I could read your contracts 'cause they stolen from my dollars
Keep me out of your parties, I'm not in any detention, mm
Go in an office doin' no politickin'
Yo, put me on Rodeo or La Brea in the trenches
Terrible at textin' when I'm handlin' business
You can tell I changed from the fitness to dick shit
Wings don't melt off me 'cause I know my limit
I got wrath in me, but I train it
I got wrath in me, but I train it
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Written by: Caleb Giles, Dimitri Morisseau, Fortes, Radamiz, Warner Meadows
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