Lyrics:
and waterfalls run through my mind
In the garden, I see west
Purple shower, bells and tea
Orange birds and river cousins dressed in green
Pretty music I hear
So
for birds to fly to southern skies
No Libra sun
No Halloween
No giving thanks to all the Christmas joy you bring
But what it is, though old so new
for birds to fly to southern skies
No Libra sun
No Halloween
No giving thanks to all the Christmas joy you bring
But what it is, though old so new
for birds to fly to southern skies
No Libra sun
No Halloween
No giving thanks to all the Christmas joy you bring
But what it is, though old so new
and say
can't believe that I'm in love in love again
when the stars don't shine
and when the birds don't fly
and when the flowers cry
and when the rain runs
Out the door with all my things
And it's all over now Baby Blue
Well you know I've got me an imaginary friend
And it's his daydreams they buy in
for birds to fly to southern skies
No Libra sun
No Halloween
No giving thanks to all the Christmas joy you bring
But what it is, though old so new
mumble
Bumble like a baby known to beat a bitch to death
Or grab them things and make' em range on the last nigga left
Dear God up in heaven, why must I
look out baby
[m] I'm not givin up anything! you're just gonna have to..
{*gun blasts*}
"screamin!"
{*second skit: argument between thugs over money*}
As the birds up in the trees
Oh, please stay by me, Diana
Thrills I get when you hold me close
Oh, my darling, you're the most
I love you but do you love me
Oh,
girl, my girl)
Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl)
I've got so much honey the bees envy me
I've got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees
I guess
for birds to fly to southern skies
No Libra sun
No Halloween
No giving thanks to all the Christmas joy you bring
But what it is, though old so new
girl, my girl)
Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl)
I've got so much honey the bees envy me
I've got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees
I guess
Come on, honey, tell me so.
His heart's beating like a drum,
'Cause at last he's got this girl home.
Relax, baby. Now we're all alone.
They wake
girl, my girl)
Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl)
I've got so much honey the bees envy me
I've got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees
I guess
for birds to fly to southern skies
No Libra sun
No Halloween
No giving thanks to all the Christmas joy you bring
But what it is, though old so new
Come on, honey, tell me so.
His heart's beating like a drum,
'Cause at last he's got this girl home.
Relax, baby. Now we're all alone.
They wake
Know, I lay me down to sleep,
I pray to the lord that my bird won't creep,
And if she do, Before I wake,
Please let her have more bread to break,
Like
for birds to fly to southern skies
No Libra sun
No Halloween
No giving thanks to all the Christmas joy you bring
But what it is, though old so new
I'll take you at your word
And as far as I can throw you
Leave you with the baby
And I hardly even know you
It's gut check time for daddy
girl, my girl)
Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl)
I've got so much honey the bees envy me
I've got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees
I guess
Oh I could hide 'neath the wings
Of the blue bird as she sings
The six-o'clock alarm would never ring
But six rings and I rise
Wipe the sleep out
girl, my girl)
Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl)
I've got so much honey the bees envy me
I've got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees
I guess
girl, my girl)
Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl)
I've got so much honey the bees envy me
I've got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees
I guess
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