Being your guide is the most I'd have
You can hide your love it's true

It's the freedom game
You can see it every day
But your freedom ain't free

Come on down, I know how
I'm gonna make you come clear

Don't you know it ain't no thing to be for
So don't take more than you need
It's somethin' that I'll do later
Now it's over my
It's under my voodoo
Under my voodoo
It's under my voodoo

Pray that I leave you high and dry
Pray you can magnify

If you're faded, put it in my prayers
I damn my feeling, I won't lie
I'm tellin' the truth

It ain't no thing
If you wanna get real dry, dry, one thing though

Gonna kill for it, more, more, it's not my fault, it's got me,
Under my voodoo
Under my voodoo
It's under my voodoo

Free
Lord, God, voodoo
Lord, hey, voodoo
Lord, hey, voodoo
What you wan', you wan', you wanna do?
Lord
Wanna, wanna, wanna pack up
I wanna get to Peek-A-Boos

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): BRADLEY JAMES NOWELL, ERIC JOHN WILSON, FLOYD I. GAUGH IV