Lyrics:
Pitney , Burt Bacharach, al davis musical radios, birds
You know that Andrew has a walk with you baby,
Andrew has a talk with you baby
Now I know Andrew
were to kidnap you right now?
Um okay I'll take
Green Day's American Idiot
Andrew Bird's Are You Serious
Rage Against the Machine Battle of Los Angeles
ViniloNunca te di un disco ingles
ni escuchamos juntos a Andrew Bird
No te vi abrir el celofán
de una edición a estrenar
Nunca me viste correr
en
museum of depression
I'm taking over you can die
I'll be wrong again
For a year or ten
So let's give it away
Just like Andrew Bird and his Line 6
(thanks mom)
Last thing heard was Andrew Bird
Cup holder housing a Hubert's
Last thing seen was a tumblr meme
And a search query for a new purse
A hand
я не пущу в свой дом
Куча баксов на кроссовках и я играю в Голд Бол
Да я Andrew Bird я ебашу Bad Pigges
Стёр какао в порошок ебашу Black Niggers
As the days and weeks went by,
the birds filled every corner of her mind
a token thanks a slow goodbye
was all she had to show for it
Andrew, was
da robbers
Five fingers like I got him
On da block like Andrew Bynum
Nina bitch my problem solver
Used to feel like Ebro in da mornin
Fake beefin wit
Yeah
Welcome to Atlanta, home of them dirty birds
Anybody hatin' get kicked to the curb
Any other team is absurd
Wearing black, white, silver,
last time
Take some of this Compton dick
Let me take off this white shirt so you can see my bird chest
You want to be famous?
Uh huh
Then
obscene of weeks, yo
That's why I love a northern escape, to feel the space
Sun on my face, birds singin', amazing grace
I’m just statin' my lessons, call
Showdown
Words and Music by Andrew Magnani 10-27-20
Was it all about the money?
Or was just about the fame?
Don’t put your trust in
GTA, niggas be asking how I do that glitch
Pack came straight from the north, took it to the East like Philip Mitch
Shit ain't a bird its a plane
it
Shot out u bombo pussy rasclat a it
Andrew Pang from grants pen him a di street a it
Glassie from roun a common him a di a reth a it
Satta John mek
(Low the Great, Is that Trey?)
Uh, yeah i took a half an ounce
Turned it to a half a bird
Wait, wait, look, look, look
I took a half an ounce
Turned
friends on the stream
Chelsea Byrd, she is not a bird
Randolph too, he lives in a herd
And Andrew Brennan and Nicole are majestic swans, yeah they're swans!
and join the birds
And the angels, they'll say my name
greeting me to hell, it'll be insane
But then I'll look back at my family and kin
And think why'd I do
(I'm rollin that za im high as a bird)
(Sippin codeine in the back)
(Young nigga i got these racks)
(I told lil mama buss it throw it back)
(I got
Rachel Jackson, Andrew's wife died just days after he won
Before he served as Prez, Martin's Hanna also passed on
Anna's the second oldest First Lady,
An' a blue bird in every tree.
May there be silver lining,
Back of every cloud you see . . .
Fill your dreams with sweet tomorrows,
Never mind what
An' a blue bird in every tree.
May there be silver lining,
Back of every cloud you see . . .
Fill your dreams with sweet tomorrows,
Never mind what
a room a lot a bling
My ice is like Andrew Dice "Ba-Da-Boom, Ba-Da-Bing"
I'm tryin' to see flying in a Lamborghini
Wit your girl right beside me in a tan
Flow so sick just like ima nurse
Bitch I float on the track like a bird
Play call of duty just like ima nerd
Most of these sounds Javi boy birthed
Hush little baby don't say a word til I pull up with that Glock and cock that shit an let it burn
And if that baby bird don't sing ima shoot his ass
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