Lyrics:
the other birdies are still fast asleep, yeah
Morning is coming
Morning is on it's way
Morning is coming
It's revelation day
Sweet nightingale
We'll
I'm speaking to the birdies through my window
I'm speaking to the birdies
I'm speaking to the birdies through my window
I'm speaking to the birdies
bells are ringing and the birdies are singing,
cute little cupid is calling
The birds and the bees and the budding trees have made
the love bug come
Listen to me people
I ain't got time to think about
Money or what it can buy
And I ain't got time to sit down and wonder
What make the birdies
I will build you a castle with a tower so high
'Til it reaches the moon
I'll gather melodies from birdies that fly
(Fly, fly)
And compose you
The birdies all try and hide
But they still go for peanuts
When coated with cyanide
The sun's shining bright
Everything seems all right
When we're
and any old time
The hurdy gurdies, the birdies, the cop on the beat
The candy maker, the baker, the man on the street
The city charmer, the farmer,
Birdies on the window
See the birdies on my window
If I could fly oh babe
Then I would fly ooh ooh oh
Believe me yaeh
I'm holding his hand
Well, my daddy knows I'm a good girl
We all make mistakes in the drunk world
Everyone here's done the walkashame
Oh my brain, little birdies sound
Yuh birdy
I'll be doing this shit till I'm thirty
Lil Quin been putting in work
Make a mil without hitting no perc-ees
Make a mil without hitting no
eine Perky poppen Perky poppen
Der Fiend will ein Birdy shoppen Birdy shoppen
Der fein will ein Turkey coppen Turkey coppen
Sie warfen mich ins dirty
bang bang...)
5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, ya bound to get dirty
Ya herdy, was servin, birdies, for herby and scrappy
That nigga lyin dogg go on and slap
The birdies all try and hide
But they still go for peanuts
When coated with cyanide
The sun's shining bright
Everything seems all right
When we're
little birdy
I'm trying to get mine early
I can't be seen with your girly
Continue to mash these hoes
I keep it crackin' like pistachios
I get
servin, birdies, for herby and scrappy
That nigga lyin dogg go on and slap him
That's probably how rumors get started
See niggas be yappin off
Fly away birdy, fly away home.
Go to your nestling and warm up its soul.
The world's in a bit of a mess right now, I know,
But fly away birdy, cause,
Here's Birdy Freda, Queen of her street,
Kind words, loves birds.
She dishing out help, she's dishing out sweets,
Stout heart, discreet
INTRO
She likes to party
But doesn‘t care where we go
HOOK
She likes to party
But doesn‘t care where we go
Free like a birdy
Soaring high and then
When my sugar walks down the street
All the little birdies go tweet, tweet, tweet.
And in the evening when the sun goes down
It's never dark when
When I finish, girlfriend, you're gonna be sore
Word, the big birdy's like that y'all
Big Pep Denton is crazy, phat y'all
Word is
weed, I feel rejuvenated
If he keep speaking on me than he can't be my homie
Listen to gossip 'bout real niggas that make you a phony
Talkin' birdies
and the air smells sweet
Little birdies go tweet tweet tweet
[Chorus]
Whole world's goin' up in smoke
Hard times comin', I ain't jokin'
Just tryin'
It makes a boy and girl
Say they feel so good, now
Without love, flowers wouldn't grow in the spring
And without spring, yeah the birdies just
Cats down under the stars
Cats down under the stars
Cats on the blacktop, birdies in the treetop
Someone plays guitar that sounds like
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