Lyrics:
Allah just, I lay it for the mix tapes
Quick to quake a label-mate
The sound came outta rusted crate
Surrounded by cobwebs
Beat smooth enough
You a fiend, codeine, drink promethazine
Make it flip, Mr. Bird
Big blunt, Thicc bitch is all I need
All I need, all I, all I need
Mr. BIRD, gettin
Birds fell out the sky, rats could drop dead
Flyin through bed-stuy, white drop head
Sticky green twist, guillotine click (huh!)
Dapper dan three piece
think I need to be accepted by haoles to be successful?
When da tourist spend their life savings to learn our culture to feel something special
In fact I
they'll do for that legal tender
Money is the root of all evil is what they teach you
That's what made Nino his brother's keeper
That's what made Alpo
birds and di river
Country life what we want yeah
Big city life we tired
Too much stress inna di capital
Need di trees and di birds and di river
Country
the reason you won't be around to win with me
I don't pay attention to people trying to judge my life
Cause I know none of them could live it
They way too big
roots
Birds make their nests with our bags
All things degrade I trust
In a world long after us
In a world long after us
In a world long after us
Bottle
station where the road trains reload
Rusted sheet metal walls rise from cracked concrete
Your depth perception dances in the shimmering heat
Old rickety
silently run by the mayor, silently run by his uncle, silently run by his whore of a wife, silently run by desire, silently run by that big fucking sign
& white from slave ships to plane site
Saw them bury our heritage, saw them kill the blackberry tree
Couldn’t cut our roots, so we grew through the seed
Big rims on every ride?
Cause I got to, I got to nigga
Live life you ain't gone live it twice
Pop 'cris, smoke dro, and get that white
Don't worry
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels
Ayo name another doper than me, I'll wait
(uh) , the great (uh)
Wore Valentino, we're more straight (uh)
The AA heroin
affi dead a mi nuh give a hoot
Bury Dem and plant a tree Pon top
Tun Dem Ina root
Drum a carry 100
So mi page Dem bout 2:50
By 3 o clock mi shell di
4. Lion King morning time score, bird song, dog barking, snoring,
5. Sound professor from Cornell struggling with recording, bird song recorded by
There's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing
bitches/right back for the summer
I Told y'all bitches/I'd be straight by the summer
Cargo shorts white V-Neck
Big feet on the car like a T-Rex
I got my
shorts white V-Neck
Big feet on the car like a T-Rex
I got my music up and my top perm
That means it's laying down 24's on the curl
Twenty birds
Birds fell out the sky, rats could drop dead
Flyin through bed-stuy, white drop head
Sticky green twist, guillotine click (huh!)
Dapper dan three piece
him crazy
White’ll drip on my wrists like
Before you feed the baby!
Tell Smack he need to pay me
You never been crackin’
(swoo-swoo) Cut before he go:
watchin me with recorders
My name Christian cooper, a bird connoisseur
Got my life put at risk by a white womans lips
Watchin birds in the trees
Thought she
write
If I start it tonight
I'll have an album by light
I'm counting on slowing down
Won't give up the fight
They say I spit it too white
When I do what I
much background in political
Science but this much I know: Attending
Rallies sponsored by 110-percent
Anti-Communist cultists
Or donning white sheets
That's gone wild inside
When my world collide
With your world where your girl
And your kids reside
We killed the facades, we feel free to fly
We're birds
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