Lyrics:
on the beat
Keep a 30 by my side
My bitches on fleek, Louboutin they feet
Ain't no question my niggas gon' ride
Ain't talkin' bout Drexler
When they come
Then I'd be with you in Berlin
But with all this misdirection
I sit and watch the compass spin
Like the birds in the tree
Touch the branch with their
to death by the crows
A seagull's shredded by the turbine
A bird of paradise has had a heartstroke
meant to be.
How can I go ahead when my eyes are becoming wet?
Save your tears - dry your eyes
said the birds of paradise.
But the times passing by
say
and tasted, yet both live
And life more perfect have Attained than Fate
Meant me, by venturing higher than my Lot
Will God incense his ire
For such a petty
And I heard him say as I made my retreat
May the bird of paradise fly up your nose may an elephant careless you with it's toes
May your wife be plagued
by my own family
From my flesh and blood to the birds and the bees
Can't trust lips spitting words of disease
2017 had the burner on me
2018 had
The sound of the passing train starts to fade
Here by the riverside
My somewhere south of paradise indeed
Here in my solitude
I am safe to stay and brood
mind
Apple orchard of my eye
Flying bird of paradise
(You)
Come to set me free
Turned backyard tables into DJ booths
I passed by girls with hula hoops
Count Your Blessings
(Irving Berlin)
When I'm worried and I can't sleep,
I count my blessings instead of sheep,
And I fall asleep
Riding through the city, right
Blinded by the city lights
Bad bitch on my left and right
Bad bitch on my left and right
I'm the best, there's no
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Like a Bird in the Cage
Music by: Gogi Tsabadze
Lyrics by: Shota Nishnianidze
Sound Engineer: Aleko Berdzenishvili
Accompaniment: Dato
good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in
good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in
good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in
the sky
Who'll buy me a mynah bird
Play me a magic word
Speak of hopes with thoughts absurd
Thoughts floating by
Little ducks, pretty birds
Clouds
Green green grass of paradise
Easy on my eyes
Soothing to my spirit
Gentle on my mind
Green green grass of paradise
I can't seem to find answers
heavenly crazy tonight
Without your love, I'll be lying if I say I'll be alright
And when I
Don't have you by my side,
I'm just like a bird in
She lives under a little orange tree
In perfect harmony birds and the bies
But all she really want is move into the city
And be wild and free
I see blue birds of paradise
I see sunset to sunrise
I watch comets in the sky
I see magic flying by
I feel my father holding me
I feel my
not miss
Cop on the block in a hot Suburban
Better yet Excursion
Cribbing us some birds but I'm
Serving in the urban my type
The iceberg version
it
I heard him say as I made my retreat
[Chorus]
"May the bird of paradise fly up your nose"
"May an elephant caress you with his toes"
"May
know this money can't get my niggas out the casket
I made a million dollars, still ain't happy
Say she got her tubes tied, bitch, you tryna trap me
we'd see night
listening to paradise
just my stony bird and I
But the bird was not a bird
'cause the bird was made of stone
when it landed on my toes
I
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