Search results for kasey chambers talks about little birds by kasey chambers

We've found 18 lyrics, 100 artists, and 100 albums matching kasey chambers talks about little birds by kasey chambers:


Albums:

Little Talks (Ultimate Karaoke Stars) · Little Talks (Of Monsters and Men) · Money Talks (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Money Talks (The Bar-Kays) · Money Talks (Cryptic Slaughter) · Frank Talks (Frank Rosolino) · Straight Guitar Talks (Guitar Man) · Lucille Talks Back (B.B. King) · When the President Talks to God (Bright Eyes) · Money Talks [Clean] (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


for thirty years
And to no-one I am a stranger
And I put new bullets in my gun
Chamber upon chamber 

And I turned my gun on the bird-like Mr.
Chorus: Rzarector

Danger Danger, Danger Danger
The Graveyard Chamber
Danger Danger, Danger Danger, Danger Danger
The Graveyard Chamber
Danger
and all that, we ran through that chamber dunn

Mainly stack mine, indeed it's been a long time
Let me feed y'all, fruits of life, shut up and eat y'all
and bail and brag and sag 
Or beat down for ya flag 

'Cause if you is or you ain't a gangbanger 
Keep one in the chamber 
'cause you'll get them thangs
to raise hell and bail and brag and sag 
or beat down for ya flag 
'cause if you is or you ain't a gang banger 
Keep one in the chamber 
'cause you'll
and bail and brag and sag 
Or beat down for ya flag 

'Cause if you is or you ain't a gangbanger 
Keep one in the chamber 
'cause you'll get them thangs
and bail and brag and sag
Or beat down for ya flag
Cos if you is or you ain't a gang banger
Keep one in the chamber
Cause you'll get them things put
and brag and sag
Or beat down for ya flag
'cause if you is or you ain't a gang banger
Keep one in the chamber
'cause you'll get them things put on ya son
Ice
the little y'all the youth coming up 
Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from the slums 
KnowhatI'msayin son? 
Yo son 
Of the young Shaolin Monks,
blast off heat, and
You never see me talk to police, so
You should know that I really don't care
Pull you by the hair, slit your throat, and I'll leave
see me talk to police, so 
You should know that I really don't care 
Pull you by the hair, slit your throat, and I'll leave you right there 
So
this man)
I'm so hood
And I got these gold up in my mouth
If you get closer to my house
Then you'll know what I'm talking about (I make hit records
by Gs, you can check,
Pickin' up my minum, hit 'em, leaving 'em wrecked,
Fuck yo set, now I'm older wid bouldgers and birds
Overseas bringin' kis
(talking)
Check it, brrrrrow!
That was personal!
It's real with this
I came here right now to put a little hope in the hearts, 
and the minds
the little y'all the youth coming up 
Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from the slums 
KnowhatI'msayin son? 
Yo son 
Of the young Shaolin Monks,
to raise hell and bail and brag and sag 
or beat down for ya flag 
'cause if you is or you ain't a gang banger 
Keep one in the chamber 
'cause you'll
cause motherfuckers tryin' to rush me
Am I goin' to jail? Look at me bailin'
Comin' out the court house, all about my mail and bank
Never, never die
Christian societies executions are attended by representatives of the church.
Goggle-eyed before the gallows, the electric chair and the gas-chamber
They