Lyrics:
move
You feel me
Alright I guess it's my turn
Boutta tell ya story about a little fat bird
Little fat bird grew up in LA
But mommy and daddy sent him
running up some more
Uh
Walk in the spot
Boss in the spot
Fly in the spot that's a bird in a box
Bird boy
Bird boy
Bird boy
Keep yo eyes on all yo
to the crooks
I don't book a flight
I just fly out the book
I don't give a shit what
Your parents have cooked
I got bigger fish to fry
The way Pan's leaving Hooks
resist
So let your head knock back and look forward to this, Miss
Biggest Momma with the Drama and Prada
Fly known rigotta and my ice just gotta
the hammer so the bird shook up
I get high like Doc and Meth
And "Let the Monkeys Out"
So I can "Bring the Pain" wile I pop ya chest
It's D block when
in your book then just, oh, please throw that book away
And read the room at least
I'm the elephant in the room to these little little ants
By end
drugs, those are all the preferred lines
I ain't talkin cocaine for the second or third time
I be speaking straight up, it's the way that the bird flies
and the downs are plenty
When you talk with the girl that you always desired
You busted a move but the move backfired
When life puts you in the little
niggas close to heart
Who was a friend is now a ghost in the dark
Cold part about it, nigga got smoked by a fiend
Tryna floss on him, blind to a broken
a jewel, hopin' it pay
Gettin' high watchin' time fly
(To live and die in LA) to live and die in L.A.
It's the place to be (Let my angel sin')
You've
brotherhood
[Caacrinolaas:]
That will make your feathers fly
don't take offence
but IT came across your traces
A little do I wish!
You'll get much more
I rock
It’s the revival, let’s recycle the supply to the flocks
It’s versatile and insightful when you fly with the Hawk
I’m ruthless cause Dre
out for a sign in the clouds passing by
Flocks of birds, they lift their wings
And they become the wind
If I could, I’d ask them what light they find
looking out for a sign in the clouds passing by
Flocks of birds, they lift their wings and they become the wind
If I could, I’d ask them what light they
turned snitch
He got that Bruce Jenner syndrome that n*gga turned bitch
We as getting fly you was on some bird shhhh
And my old head said that you never
I am the lyricist
Sometimes the suckers on the side gotta hear this
Page, a rage, and I'm not in a cage
Free as a bird to fly up out on stage
I am the lyricist
Sometimes the suckers on the side gotta hear this
Page, a rage, and I'm not in a cage
Free as a bird to fly up out on stage
and get some time back
I asked god to help me could he put me on the right track
I felt a little lost education or some fly rap
He told me I had gave you
really think it's worth a fight
Sittin' by myself alone
With you, it would be less cold
Probably the best to let it be untold
Do I just start sippin'
want to do?
Let's make a deal, cause you know that I'm paid
All I want to do is get a .. little, little, close to you
Not a little closer
Mmm, mmm, let
the birds fly, (watch it) don't speed when you swerve high
Cause believe me the third eye, put the squeeze on your whole ride (lock down)
See I'm always in
the mist the stranger stands
And exclaims aloud I am come to free your hands
Open up your windows
Let the birds fly in
Then they'll lead you outside
To join
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
Sleeping in her bed tonight, hungry for an apparition
Toss and turn from side to side, and let the night go by
All her thoughts and memories, All her
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