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eyes
I hang with positive people
My friends and I respect each other

All is change
I love the clear blue skies
And the sunny days
I always make the best

hot, me mate forgot
And got me cider extra dry (baby)
And we watched the birdies in the sky

Birds in the sky, you passin' by
When I'm with you,

don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I

(What)
B.G.G E.N.T
Rep it till I D.I.E (Aye)
B.G.G E.N.T
Rep it till I D.I.E (J Bird On The Fucking Beat)
B.G.G E.N.T
Rep it till I D.I.E (What)

what was on the other side
Of that door should have made me turn back then
But I haven't got the heart to not
Soldier it on through adversity
I'm from

makes me pour my water into My mouth on that side always
Never the other
But nothing helps
I guess, as always I will live with the new quarrel I have

about to sink, yeah, the side is leaking
The water's seeping, yeah my time is fleeting
A couple wooden planks now are what I'm needing

Yoooo! I'm back!

Birds of a Feather

Paul Revere & the Raiders

Indian Reservation

1971

'nuff got to be, babe,
Birds of a feather.
We should be together
Like birds of a feather.
Got to be together
Like birds of a feather.

You and I

The Green Man

The Clientele

Minotaur

2010

the room. And faintly, hauntingly, somewhere on the edge of all the others, I smelt the surviving dust of 1978.

It was a dust of forgotten piano lessons;

Bad Bitch

Fabolous

Street Dreams [Australia Bonus Tracks]

2003

than one, right?
Yeah

I'm trying to kill two birds with one stone 
It's 151's prone, that have you and hun's stoned
Trying the unknown 
Doing

Bad B****

Fabolous

Street Dreams

2003

, right?
Yeah

I'm trying to kill two birds with one stone
It's 151's prone, that have you and hun's stoned
Trying the unknown
Doing things I know

run from your thoughts at all
I was allured by the spotlight
Gazing at the grass on the other side
Let go of what you can't control
Think it through but

to the other side
To rest in peace and never die again
And to be with long gone friends

[Solo: Andy]

There is no pain as Abigail is eaten by the flames
Her

Cannon

T.I.

Live from the Trap

2007

made his neighborhood love me.
Bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin',
Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach.
Niggas know I

Baby can I have it in exchange 
For a wooden box of mixtapes

A chord a friend, a short title's 
Coming up again in my head
I'm sorry the words I'll take

of belongings,
eyes to the heavens as the night passes by.
I didn’t look crazy or sweetly drunk. I looked strong and decided. It’s what I want to be most

He's lookin smug so he's startin' to bug me
This dude is fuckin ugly it's not cos I'm jealous
Of other fellas when they're getting into gashes they

lounge by the billabong, sing a song with hella flavour
When I hit a bong I'm going to willy wonkas elevator
I'll see you later, I'm talking to Mary when

Oops I meant Y, others gotta die
Just to help sorry-ass lames get by
Now you'll let a bird die if you saw a bush
But you're pussy in the hood nigga, come

as a youth
I was too young to know better but I was like
"What does a manager do?"
Now one of them he saw dollar signs in my skin color
The other, he said

And I can sing, but I can't dance
A jester made of ocean sand
A plastic ring we call the sun
Is held by birthers on the run
And every moon, and some

creatures (creatures)
Runnin' off adrenaline
It's been a little long time (time)
Since I talked all night 'til the birds fly by (fly by)
We talked about

Birds flying high
You know how I feel
Sun in the sky
You know how I feel
Breeze drifting on by
You know how I feel

It's a new dawn
It's a new day

unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom."

17) “I'm convinced of this: Good done anywhere