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[00:18.02]Three little birds did float down the stream[00:19.89]When their mum saw them go she let out a scream[00:22.28]My babies my babies grab
quack-quack-quack, meeh-meeh-meeh
And bird and weird shit fart sounds
Yeah like, there's a guy though by Aster Place too, though
Anyway, that's mean, heh
Meeh,
like a bird singing* )
Now make it chirp
( *the sound changes from singing to chirping *)
[ VERSE 3: The Fresh Prince ]
Now here's a story that should
maith
From the Isle of the Green
Exceptional breed
You can tell by my steeze
Birds eye view
I'm like six foot three
I'm with a bad b
And she down on her
motherfuckers with an Uzi
I sees three little kids up in the front row
Screaming, "Go," with their 17-year-old uncle
I'm like, "guidance?
Ain't they got
Suddenly a new burst of energy has occurred
Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third
I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird
Then
laughin' all the time
I taught him, all about the bees and birds
But I wish I had a chance to sing these three words
After laughter, comes tears
Me
laughin' all the time
I taught him, all about the bees and birds
But I wish I had a chance to sing these three words
After laughter, comes tears
Me
up this morning, smiled with the rising sun
Three little birds pitch by my doorstep
Singing sweet songs of melodies pure and true
Saying, "This is my
light
This little sun of mine
This little sun of mine
You, you're mom and I are just trying to fly high
Three little birds trying to soar towards
this morning, smile with the rising sun.
Three little birds stopped by my window,
Singing sweet songs of melodies pure and true.
This is my message
that’s a plan
I got two albums out
Working on my third well
This here my third
So I got three albums out
Doing my thing for real
And you just bird no I
your rap its a turd
In the booth spitting truth its a verb
Pouring a four spilt a deuce on the curve
Im numb to this shit pillow talk for the birds
square if you
Viewed it in 3D
Little Liechtenstein and the Argentines are
Not square in the least
The Dominican Republic
That just tapers to the east
on New Years Eve
Love birds in the row in front of me are driving me crazy
The pilot comes on, says the year is almost gone
Five, four, three, two, one
Nigga wanna run up then let's get it
Running up ten bands and I spend it
That lil bitch bad so I copped the digits
Told her I whip the birds got
There's a bunch of birds in the sky
And some deers just went running by
Oh, the snow's pure and white on the earth rich and brown
Just
Another Sunday
Just a little boy with a little bit of trauma
Just a boy in the world raised by a smartphone
I can see it in my mind with my eyes closed
Ergo,
Ye ye, ye yey
Na na, na na na na, don't you worry
Rise up this morning
Smiled with the rising sun
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
by the words on the page - I know!
Some birds don't deserve to be caged
They gotta fly away and search for the waves
Bein held down is worse than
Done it, done it, done it man I'm runnin' up
Tity Boi 'bout to fuck the summer up
Order some new things for the Wraith
3rd chain on to get her naked
Started with a dollar and a dream
We did it for the West, motherfucker, like Kanye
Niggas get stretched out on [?]
Got three thousand stacks, I ain't
won't even notice, little bird
Better off dead so I reckon I'm headed to hell instead
So don't wait for me
Don't wait for me
Wait, ah
It's not
Rise up this morning
Smiled with the rising sun
Three little birds
Pitched by my doorstep
Singing sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true
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