Lyrics:
for half a bird
That's my word
Smoking backwoods filled with erb
Hanging later than street lights posted up on the curb
The ultimate serve
Getting it
you to
Take Me
Under the strength of your
Words my heart is carried
By a hundred birds (Take me)
Into death I do seep, into
The arms of your
By the gestures they made and the words that they mumbled
Maybe I can slice a throat when I'm ready
It takes practice, training to keep a nail gun
He got caught in the spotlight
But when we get to the end
He wants to start all over again
Now if he says that he's afraid
Take him at his word
I never wrote you a love song
somehow words could not express what I needed to say.
and so I never wrote you a love song
and now its much, much
I remember when you were thirteen,
A slender ne'er-do-well,
Stepping on stones, troubling the stars,
A real jaw-breaker.
A sweet bird of youth in
Little Johanna girl of my prairie
Help me fill this house with living words
Further up and further in
Let them fly from our lips
Just like birds
the river
To be washed away slow
And we walked without words
And we walked with our lives
Two silent birds circled by
Like a pain in the river
Than we feared possible, someone must be picked last
And one must bruise and one must fail
And that still twitching bird was so deceived by a window
A hive for buzzing bees
A nest for birds
There ain't no words
For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder
Of my
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair,
mean more to me than
Words you are too shy to say
To my friends behind your back baby
Won't you say it to my face
[Chorus]
If you want
Your gut says "turn away and walk
Back the way you came"
That these words are not for those awake
I watch your feet step
Through the fallen leaves
took a picture he pulled out his bankroll
I watched I observed niggas taught me how tah serve
(word) turnt 16 I was gettin a quarter bird..big knots in
Joseph was a child of light
He never disappeared
Standing up on dim lit stages
Shielded by his tears
Though he was not a lonesome one
His loneliest
lounge by the billabong, sing a song with hella flavour
When I hit a bong I'm going to willy wonkas elevator
I'll see you later, I'm talking to Mary when
It's a longer road to California the I thought and
I miss smoking pot and playing guitar
It's a lonely drive when you won't say a word
I guess
mind flow
Forget your worries, all your troubles, let them free now, let them go
In no time you'll be haunted by my words
In no time you'll be stoned
lose, I know they heard me
I go hard still fly were the birds be
If he tryna stop me then he gon' need surgery
They can't serve me, waiter or hater
This old middle finger has grown fat and tired from flicking the bird
My mouth has grown cankerous from spitting dirty words
I feel like a strung
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Too bad I ain't takin' advice tonight
You know if you hit when it burns
Live and I die by my word
Flippin' them
stay
But stomp the ground, push me around
And send me on my way
No, no, no, don't leave me
Don't take my word
I've lost my head, I need my bed
I
kings (what is rap?)
Rap is smoke in word, rap is smokin herb
Some said "fuck rap" now they stackin for a 'bird
(What is rap?) Rap is nuts and nerds
leave all of the things
All the rings and the riches on land
I've taken new form new life
Mistaken by some fo the light
Serrating all the birds up high
realer than most
We just sit back and smoke
We don't really believe them
Chaos extremist, hot bitch I'm steamin
(yeah)
Hated by preachers but loved by
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