Lyrics:
on show,I had to close the curtains
Nigga I feel like tunechi,my brother he just like bird man
Keep going on, so I ain't got time for hurting Niggas be
you, all by my lonely
with your little friends
I see how you make them laugh
I've been kinda envious of your friends
cuz it's like, they're so close
Three little birds, sat on my window.
And they told me I don't need to worry.
Summer came like cinnamon
So sweet,
Little girls double-dutch
bitches in the corners tryin' to show your homey love
This bitch is fly as a bird
And gotta ass that could swang from California all the way up through
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
the trees
And having talks about this life
With all the birds and the bees
Yuh
The world has been talking to me
And it's been saying that the universe has
So I took a little walk the other day and
I saw these 2 little birds flying and I was like
Isn’t this just magnificent
Just enjoy the day
Just enjoy
the enemy's borders
Supporters giving me props
I'll hawk venom
Adrenaline shot given
A sinister illegitimate
Figment of thoughts split into
Little miniature
rent's a month late
Product of a North Carolina cat
Who scratched the back of a pretty woman named Hattie
Who departed life just a little too soon
The Earl of Rosslyn's daughter walked through the woods alone
When by came Captain Wedderburn, a servant of the king
He said unto his servant-man,
floor shot silly, spun city one verse hit milly
Little girls spinning curls three sixty, living in a world shitty
Yo they spun young earth, now shitty
back, with his gat, now that's dope
We got three minutes, nobody seen shit
Somebody might have heard shit
Singing on some Martin, were my momma bird shit
by a bad ass bitch? (Yeah that's me) Hm?
Now Super Socka with Gin and Seagrams and sweet and sour
Sippin, suckin on my sausage gave the stripper some
a thing... cuz, every little thing's, gonna, be alright… “Three Little Birds”, told me so… this morning, in that… song that you like... always follow your
Lemme tell ya a story about a moolie like me
I used to be a little fat at about five three but
Than I got five five an started getting high
God I
One-take shit, look
Jordan Block, 3-Nine shit, look
We sold dope by the bundle, only sell it by the movie now
Moving slow motion, was a Hot Boy
varis I swear that half my mind done went cold
Man, you died too young, and you died by that gun
Man, I told you, little nigga, we was gon' motherfuckin'
water is sweet
Where the three little birds they sing
Blue Mountains are happy again
Take me, (take me) take me to Jamaica now
Feel the Caribbean
a home in the wilderness
He built a cabin and a winter store
And he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore
And the other travellers came
a home in the wilderness
Built a cabin and a winter store
And he plowed up the ground by the cold lake shore
The other travelers came walking down
I'm so high, I'm so high, I'm so hig
That's just how I get by-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Lift that bird to the motherfucking sky
That's that pill, that's that
3. Bird nest
Someone take me back in time,
When i used to be the age of nine,
Where the concept of time never did relate with age,
cnd was nothing
Go go go go
Yeah uh huh uh huh
Yo
Cuz this that
One of a kind it's hard to find
What
Hard to know fo'sho
But peep the signs
Yeah
By design
It's looking
a lot to give
Been had them p's up in my seat
Had that bible on the dash
Had the pistol by my feet
I just wanna get on
Wanna be high as them birds
I wanna
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