Lyrics:
If you smile at me, I will understand
'Cause that is something
Everybody everywhere does in the same language
I can see by your coat, my friend
If you smile at me, I will understand
'Cause that is something
Everybody everywhere does in the same language
I can see by your coat, my friend
Cherry wooden nickels on his specs for the ferrymen
X, o, zodiac a pentagram expo
Pet cemetery in electric fresco
Abaddon threshold flesh-forged in
a million others like her just flying around
If it wasn't for the birds
I'd probably still be thinking about you
Pretending you don't do what you do
If it
other birds
They sit and wonder
Why
To be
Unmoved
By praises
Unmoved
By hazing
You come complete
Don't choose to
Compete
Don't know
Who
Started it
But I
gave to me
A partridge in a pear tree
I don't even know what a partridge is, to be honest
A partridge is a bird
I think it's a bird that doesn't fly
Like
[Lil Wayne]
Bitch look up in the sky it's the bird fucking man
Junior daddy - shitting on the game
You probably see me sitting on the Range
I
Do you want to get high man?
Does Pinocchio have wooden balls man?
Well yo, i got a joint I've been saving
Here for a special occasion
Ah, niggas,
pink to a zamac silver
Convinced by my thoughts that I'm just retarded
And my world's distorted because I trip on hard shit
Gotta crush this demon
I was watching
With one eye on the other side
I had fifteen people telling me to move
I got moving on my mind
I found shelter
In some thoughts
I was watching
With one eye on the other side
I had fifteen people telling me to move
I got moving on my mind
I found shelter
In some thoughts
this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "You must not
this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "You must not
Till that motherfucker hate his face
I been going through some issues that nobody dealing with
Surrounded by real killers and shit, doing it for
phase
Got a nigga gloating bout the shapes I made
Got a brother thinking how we're all one race
Got each other thinking bout the end of days
Make a nigga
Papa? She says What have I done?
He held out a wooden box, his eyes lowered to the floor
His one foot in her room the other still unsure
We strained
served
Ordered hot coffee, my mouth is used to burns
Only getting chicken when I'm out, I'm used to birds
Always chasing chicken when I'm out, I'm used
implore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that heaven that bends above us—by that God
feeble song: my wooden frame.
Does mercy look the other way?
Way up high, the tallest tree, your love has been withheld from me,
and like Pinocchio, I hang
this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "You must not
trash my reputation by spreading messy rumors
Did my dirt as a youngin I aint even gone lie
But it gets to a point tired of seeing ya mama cry
Every other
I've been trying to learn which bird I heard was singing
And you might think that that's not cool but who cares
Bird watching's in my family, my
Dickies and a Carhartt vest
I'm a farmer through and through, don't confuse me with the Left
Eauzone what I'm reppin' thundercloud on my chest
Other teams
I travelled all the way here in the humus
I drink of the nourishing, amniotic juice of the soil
I'm unfolding in it, little by little
Soon I will
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