Lyrics:
got a bag
Yeah, you know I thought I lost it
But I showed up in Valdosta
We got Crook, D.C.
We got Bird, G.7, and Brad
I don't give no fuck about
feeling the blues
I am the lost son
Never to be found
I am the lonely kid
I am the quiet one
Hiding in the crowd
I ain't no Brad Pitt
I am the blue bird
As I sit in my home
The birds and the bees
I can see them
Fall to their knees
Please don't tell me
I'm not a cat
Because bitch, right in front of you
I need you like a bird needs a tree
Like Brad needs Pitt
Like Lili needs weed
I've been in my prime like 25 years
Give me 50 more, I'll be hitting
Now here's a story about a bird, a bird better than most men
His name was Jimmy, Jimmy the Macaw
He had a mate, a little girl named Red Bird
This is
They like "Brad buggin', I saw him tweaking
And if he buggin' its for a reason" (For a reason)
Tryna fuck on this bitch and she Puerto Rican (Puerto
A til (hã?)
O Benji falou o quê? Foi bué rápido (foi)
Ele não era low key? Agora é Brad Pitt? (Damn)
'Tás-me a confundir, mano eu sou táctico
murderers and hustlers, you can't trust 'em
I been cut throatin' niggas for a while now
I stay to tapin' and whoopin' ballers
Who got plots of birds
So Brad, tell me what's going on in your world?
It's fucked up, I'm looking at myself in the mirror
I'm seein' something scary, it's slowly
So Brad, tell me what's going on in your world?
Its fucked up, I'm looking at myself in the mirror
I'm seein' something scary, its slowly coming
Tell me what's your life like?
All my bruddas fly birds, we don't fly kites
Really out here on the curb round my sides
Give a fuck about yours, I've
cute when I didn't have the loot
And I don't smoke birds but I'm still real nice with the birds
So fuck (hey!) what you heard
'Cause we got it like
cute when I didn't have the loot
And I don't smoke birds but I'm still real nice with the birds
So fuck (hey!) what you heard
'Cause we got it like
the haystack, from outta Eartha's Kitt
The Tiger would kill him once thrown in Brad's Pitt
Jesse owing the money from the weed Bubba sparked
They was journeys
+Wood+ kill him once thrown in Brad's +Pitt+
Jesse +Owen+ the money from the weed Bubba +Sparxxx+
They was journeys seen far as he walked in Dick's
I got a birds nest
Crawling in my bed
With Birds in it, within it
Sometime, I don't know, how the fuck you do this shit
But I wanna ask you how
in the haystack, from outta earth this kid
The tiger would kill him once thrown in Brad's Pitt
Jesse Owen the money from the weed Bubba Sparxxx
They
foul, I don't know why you still pretendin'
What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches, go
The audience not dumb
Shape the stories how you want
and Mr. Drummond
And keep my paper sturdy, big birds and tight herbs
Fool, I'm ridin' dirty, uh, what
Big birds and tight herbs, fool I'm ridin' dirty
and Mr. Drummond
And keep my paper sturdy, big birds and tight herbs
Fool, I'm ridin' dirty, uh, what
Big birds and tight herbs, fool I'm ridin' dirty
off
Its like when Ginger left the other four
There's a row when Brad an Jen got divorced
It wont be the same now
There's nothing to gain now
From
the junt, Yao Ming in the dunk
And I'm playing the field, Brad Wing in the punt
I'mma tell him I love him in a foreign and cuff him
Whips and immigration,
on my drugs
I bought a blue nose pit
What I look like with a pug
Yeah I'm back up on shit
That's a garbage bag of bud
Yeah I'm back up on my hits
Brad
kid
The Tiger WOOD kill him once thrown in Brad's PITT
Jesse OWEN the money from the weed Bubba SPARXXXed
They was journeys seen far as he walked in
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