Lyrics:
better here than on the ground
Where the birds are just giant bugs
Your mouth is full of spit but has no words
I'm dying to see you, I'm dying to see
Bible page flicker
Pinky ring, the finger, turned into Jigga
Seven finger nigga, bird flipper
In the thick of it, gold discin' it
Word pic 'n' mix, no
over your noggin
No laptop login but pass the word that Jimmy Mack don't play
And if all that these early birds get is worms
Then maybe I'm grateful
Before you came along I was as free as a bird
Doing what I wanted, but then I heard
That things could be better, that was the word
The hue and cry,
dead
'Cause he got killed by the police
Like my Draco behind my bed when I wake up in the morning
Then go make a nigga eat the only word he said
These words were composed by Spencer the Rover
Who had travelled most parts of Great Britain and Wales.
He had been so reduced which caused great
take my first clear breath again
Then I saw her turn to face me
Quickly turn and look away
As her words pierced the stillness of morning
I cursed
and as pompous as
So, modern man, run, while you can,
The devil's stride is as long as the eye can see.
By the time you heed these words,
You still don't
can hear your words
When you said flying away is for the birds
And by the way genius you ain?t walking south
It?s a clockwork planet
And I?ve broken
Words & music by Jen Foster
When the light of love surrounds you
When the dark of night confounds you
When the shadow life astounds you
Breathe in,
of natures seeds
A girls that some men only find in their dreams
When she smiles it seems the stars all know
Cause one by one they start to light up the sky
at last
We shout a hymn
To the earth and the birds
To the lost disciples
Who don't know the words
Strange collision
Of heaven and hell
A bastard vision
We
innocent people gotta get dropped
for their leaders horrible plot
while the one calling the shots
fly free as a bird
words they speak are absurd
though
A nest for birds, there ain't no words
For the beauty, splendor, the wonder of my hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow, my hair
I want long,
words of love
Kisses like the coldest night
Come from high above
I was exiled to my dyin'
Captured by a spell
Mourning keeps my spirit flyin'
Out
Written by sweet memories
While we are riding on the avenues of time
The bird of life drinks from the cups of wine
Waits until we're ready for
heard, go and spread the word
If you been shot by us, then that's what ya deserve
We stay ghetto, not suburb, dress superb
Keep birds in the cage wit
hello," she said
"You look like the silent type."
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth
trying to choose the words
That'll chase away the birds
Good God, just hurry up and come down here
it was (What was it, 'cause?)
A UFO flyin low, I couldn't budge
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane, feels like I'm stuck
I musta struck
it's at
Okay we go out in the streets and we get the word
We hit up anybody that we think selling them birds
Them fuckin moolignanis don't want no war'
Like some night bird homeward wingin
He seeks the sheltered nest
Like the sailor's lost horizon,
He needs some place to rest
The songs that he's
fade when the river runs dry
The mountains will fall as the time goes by
But the bird in golden cage still wants to fly
So many ships are drifting
of green
Looking deeply through the sky
Watching birds as they fly by
Hoping someday fate will bring me true love
Would it be nice to hold someone
So
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