Lyrics:
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
name is heretic
In this latter days
Yourself understood by
One or two friends
Heretic is enemy
For every man
And hero will be dead
In our time
Will die
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
I'm Jack The Ripper lurking in the dungeon
1888, midnight in London
They flabbergasted by the rappin' bastard
With the rap to match it and the track
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
Words and Music by Meredith Willson
Arranged by Jack Andrews
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
Words and Music by Meredith Willson
Arranged by Jack Andrews
jump, jiggy, jump, jump,
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
(Verse 1)
I tell 'em no lie
I blow by wit the Bentleys wit the O eyes
I
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!
of unbelievers and heretics cornered and stoned
Before the gilded altars of the Gods of Love and Peace
Inciting hate and war by citing Holy Scriptures, rehearsed
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
Martha married George two years after her husband's demise
John's wife, Abigail was needed by him for advice
Tom's wife, Martha died years before his
mind like Eve and Gwen,
Don't speak to him
He get offended by words,
And I send him a bird
Get them disturbed
While they got in they cars
And defending
Tommy's Teardrops
Lyrics and Music by Andrew Weiss
Tommy has long brown hair that covers his eyes, so you might not know what he's thinking
His
troubles
I had a homie that once told me
He couldn't deal with my mood swings
Meanwhile I'm hanging by a shoe string
Not everybody gon' grace you with
the better-man curse
If I never said a word maybe that's just worse
Tell it to the birds, jerks, who never had a purpose
Tell it to the worthless dwellin'
phone, said I need it by the mental tone, yeah, yeah
I'll get a nigga poked up for some honey buns, yeah, yeah
Trap spot got plenty guns
Sold a hundred
wreak of death despite cologne
Tequila mocking bird words ignited by Patron
They eying the clmighty throne, and must be more than slightly stoned
Lord,
lane is where you need to stay
Cause you fake, it feels I'm being questioned by the police
I don't really care about he says she says
I'm just here still
lyrical rifle pull up like it's Bird Season
Brrp bap bap drop a grung Like Bird feedin
Who mi a talk every deejay inna the world heed this
Mi come fi tief
and bound to earth they are trapped and framed by the lies
That god is good and that they are bringers of sins and heretic lies
These masters guide the way
Hi, it's Andrew reporting for KRAM
First on the news, football went ham
Gavin and Myself doing a project
We need a story or we will get wrecked
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