(Free to love)
I'ma let you find out, uh
(Free to love)
You had it in yo' damn house, uh
(Free to love)
Yeah, I'ma let you find out (I'ma let you find out)
Out, out (free to love)
Yeah, you had it in yo' damn house

Baby mamma
You think that's a badge of honor
Your behavior getting colder
Nights getting longer
It's gon' be a hot summer
Damn, I was just outside
Looking for yo' ass
Knowing I got work at nine
See, we both from the street
So I was quick to adjust
But I gotta look both ways when you bring up trust
Something tugging at my heart
I thought I had me a soldier
We was two seeds in the dirt
Tryna come up roses
What? This shit hurt
And it's like I told you
So, I'ma let you go
Just like I supposed to, baby, you free

Uh (free to love)
Yeah, I'ma let you find out
(Yeah) yeah
(Free to love)
You had it in yo' damn house, uh
(Free to love)
Yeah, I'ma let you find out
Out, out (free to love)
You had it in yo' damn house

Heard you was poppin' bottles
You and ya niggas tryna flex for models (hey)
Room key, hotel doors (hey)
And fuck up on them damn hoes
Now ya head hanging low
Wishing you was back up with yo' damn, uh
Let me stop, let me don't hate
Hoes gotta ho, so, baby, go be great (hey)
Baby, I so sorry (hey)
Please forgive me
You gon' come back, and I ain't gon' feel it (hey)
I'ma put you through some hell to get me back (hey)
How the hell you walk outta Heaven? (Hey)
Go be free

(Free to love) yeah
Yeah, I'ma let you find out
Uh (free to love)
Yeah, you had it in yo' damn house (had it in yo' house, yeah)
Uh (free to love)
Yeah, I'ma let you find out (I'ma let you find out)
Out, out, yeah (free to love)
You had it in yo' damn house (yeah)
Uh (free to love)

(Free to love)
(Free to love)
(Free to love)
(Free to love)
(Free to love)

Copyright: Peermusic Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Dave Hamelin, Harold Lilly, Hasben Jones