Freedom Tastes Like Strong Whiskey

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[Intro]
No formation tomorrow,
No duty calling me at dawn.
Nobody owns my fucking weekends—
Those days are finally gone.
Raise a glass to no one asking
Where the hell I'm supposed to be—
HERE'S TO BEING FUCKING FREE!
[Verse 1]
First night out, I shut the place down.
Second night, I did the same.
After four years on their schedule,
I was making up the game.
Monday night became the new Friday.
Tuesday worked just fucking fine.
Every night became a weekend
WHEN NOBODY OWNED MY TIME.
No more fifteen-prior mornings.
No more standing in the street.
Freedom had a little fire—
AND GODDAMN, IT TASTED SWEET.
[Chorus]
FREEDOM TASTES LIKE STRONG WHISKEY!
Burns like hell and goes down clean!
No formation in the morning,
No one's fucking watching me!
Raise 'em high and keep 'em coming!
Ain't got nowhere else to be!
FREEDOM TASTES LIKE STRONG WHISKEY—
AND THAT'S GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME!
[Verse 2]
Friday somehow turned to Sunday.
Sunday stumbled into three.
Found my keys inside the freezer—
MADE PERFECT SENSE TO ME.
Head was pounding like artillery.
Mouth was tasting like defeat.
Swore I'd take it easy next time—
NEXT TIME NEVER HEARD OF ME.
Some nights ended with a sunrise.
Some just vanished from my head.
I'd wake up and check my pockets
FOR SOME CLUE TO WHERE I'D BEEN.
Pictures proved I had a great time.
Friends filled in what I couldn't recall.
Apparently I stole the whole show—
I DON'T REMEMBER SHIT AT ALL.
[Chorus]
FREEDOM TASTES LIKE STRONG WHISKEY!
Burns like hell and goes down clean!
No formation in the morning,
No one's fucking watching me!
Raise 'em high and keep 'em coming!
Ain't got nowhere else to be!
FREEDOM TASTES LIKE STRONG WHISKEY—
AND THAT'S GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME!
[Verse 3]
Took a while to learn the difference
Between freedom and full speed.
Nobody had to set my limits—
THAT PART WAS FINALLY UP TO ME.
Got tired of losing Saturdays
To the choices Friday made.
Got tired of hearing stories
'BOUT THE NIGHT I THREW AWAY.
Turns out freedom ain't a contest
To see how far the night can bend.
You can have yourself a good time
AND STILL REMEMBER HOW IT ENDS.
Still don't miss those fucking formations.
Still don't need somebody's plan.
Just learned freedom takes some practice
WHEN YOU'RE FINALLY YOUR OWN MAN.
[Final Chorus]
FREEDOM TASTES LIKE STRONG WHISKEY!
Still burns like hell and goes down clean!
No formation in the morning,
Still nobody watching me!
Raise it high and enjoy the evening!
Hell, that's part of being free!
FREEDOM TASTES LIKE STRONG WHISKEY—
JUST SAVE SOME FUCKING SWEET FOR ME!
[Outro]
Had some nights I'll still remember.
Had some nights I fucking can't.
Freedom didn't come with limits—
SO I HAD TO LEARN I HAD 'EM.
Freedom tastes like strong whiskey.
Still goes down just as sweet.
JUST TOOK A WHILE TO FIGURE OUT
HOW MUCH FREEDOM I COULD DRINK.

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[Intro] No formation tomorrow, No duty calling me at dawn. Nobody owns my fucking weekends— Those days are finally gone. Raise a glass to no one asking Where the hell I'm supposed to be— HERE'S TO BEING FUCKING FREE! [Verse 1] First night out, I shut the place down. Second night, I did the same. After four years on their schedule, I was making up the game. Monday night became the new Friday. Tuesday worked just fucking fine. Every night became a weekend WHEN NOBODY OWNED MY TIME. No more fifteen-prior mornings. No more standing in the street. Freedom had a little fire— AND GODDAMN, IT TASTED SWEET. [Chorus] FREEDOM TASTES LIKE STRONG WHISKEY! Burns like hell and goes down clean! No formation in the morning, No one's fucking watching me! Raise 'em high and keep 'em coming! Ain't got nowhere else to be! FREEDOM TASTES LIKE STRONG WHISKEY— AND THAT'S GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME! [Verse 2] Friday somehow turned to Sunday. Sunday stumbled into three. Found my keys inside the freezer— MADE PERFECT SENSE TO ME. Head was pounding like artillery. Mouth was tasting like defeat. Swore I'd take it easy next time— NEXT TIME NEVER HEARD OF ME. Some nights ended with a sunrise. Some just vanished from my head. I'd wake up and check my pockets FOR SOME CLUE TO WHERE I'D BEEN. Pictures proved I had a great time. Friends filled in what I couldn't recall. Apparently I stole the whole show— I DON'T REMEMBER SHIT AT ALL. [Chorus] FREEDOM TASTES LIKE STRONG WHISKEY! Burns like hell and goes down clean! No formation in the morning, No one's fucking watching me! Raise 'em high and keep 'em coming! Ain't got nowhere else to be! FREEDOM TASTES LIKE STRONG WHISKEY— AND THAT'S GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME! [Verse 3] Took a while to learn the difference Between freedom and full speed. Nobody had to set my limits— THAT PART WAS FINALLY UP TO ME. Got tired of losing Saturdays To the choices Friday made. Got tired of hearing stories 'BOUT THE NIGHT I THREW AWAY. Turns out freedom ain't a contest To see how far the night can bend. You can have yourself a good time AND STILL REMEMBER HOW IT ENDS. Still don't miss those fucking formations. Still don't need somebody's plan. Just learned freedom takes some practice WHEN YOU'RE FINALLY YOUR OWN MAN. [Final Chorus] FREEDOM TASTES LIKE STRONG WHISKEY! Still burns like hell and goes down clean! No formation in the morning, Still nobody watching me! Raise it high and enjoy the evening! Hell, that's part of being free! FREEDOM TASTES LIKE STRONG WHISKEY— JUST SAVE SOME FUCKING SWEET FOR ME! [Outro] Had some nights I'll still remember. Had some nights I fucking can't. Freedom didn't come with limits— SO I HAD TO LEARN I HAD 'EM. Freedom tastes like strong whiskey. Still goes down just as sweet. JUST TOOK A WHILE TO FIGURE OUT HOW MUCH FREEDOM I COULD DRINK.

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