Call It Freedom

Verse 1

YouTube Shorts and a cloud of smoke

Same three stories, same tired joke

Blue-collar bullshit on repeat

Won't talk feelings, but you'll talk concrete

Another drill, another blade

Another promise you haven't made good

Sleeping at your boss's place

Saying life is going just as it should

Pre-Chorus

You keep your secrets, keep your pride

Keep every door cracked open wide

Except the one you'd have to walk through

To face what's wrong with you

Chorus

Forty-four going on twenty-two

Everybody's wrong but you

Swipe, smoke, lie, disappear

Call it freedom, call it fear

Had a good woman, couldn't come through

Your little ego needed room

Whole world waiting, nothing new

Forty-four going on twenty-two

Verse 2

Paycheck Friday, broke by Sunday

Buy the same damn tools on Monday

Yours are sitting where you fled

Cheaper buying twice than facing what you said

Kids get a hotel, things get a box

Your future's behind a storage lock

Still hauling for somebody else

With "my own company" gathering dust on a shelf

Pre-Chorus

Another woman, same old end

Another "she was crazy" to your friends

Funny how the names all change

But your story stays the same

Chorus

Forty-four going on twenty-two

Everybody's wrong but you

Swipe, smoke, lie, disappear

Call it freedom, call it fear

Had a good woman, couldn't come through

Your little ego needed room

Whole world waiting, nothing new

Forty-four going on twenty-two

Bridge — stripped back

I never needed you rich, sweetheart

I needed you there when it got hard

A smaller check wasn't what broke us

It was the lies you hoped I wouldn't notice

You left your things, you left the mess

Left every job one step from finished

I called it love, you called it pressure

Now go tell your phone you deserve better

Final Chorus — horns rise

Forty-four going on twenty-two

Big-man act with no follow-through

Swipe, smoke, hide, pretend

Run till you need somewhere again

Lost a good woman protecting your pride

Now that ego keeps you warm at night

One more short and one more excuse

Forty-four going on twenty-two

Outro — spoken

All those tools...

Still can't get your shit together.