Lyrics:
a beat to fuck your crew up
Just bring the band, by the way we got Jan on the drums
Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs
And Simon, like I mentioned
a beat to fuck your crew up
Just bring the band, by the way we got Jan
On the drums, Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs
And Simon, like I
a beat to fuck your crew up
Just bring the band, by the way we got Jan
On the drums, Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs
And Simon, like I
you'll hold me
For just a little longer
When I see you'll remind me
You'll make me feel so happy
We'll take it day by day, bird
'Til you're cutting
Words and Music by Meredith Willson
Arranged by Jack Andrews
on looking
Wait to tomorrow
Some days we find it, find it
See friend holding hands
See lovers by fountains
And out of these ashes
A Phoenix is rising
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
won't even notice, little bird
Better off dead so I reckon I'm headed to hell instead
So don't wait for me
Don't wait for me
Wait, ah
It's not
in the dawn
I will wait for you, my darling
I will wait for you 'till I'm gone
Blood red birds sing in the sky
Sun is spinning, my oh my
Stuck
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
Words and Music by Meredith Willson
Arranged by Jack Andrews
Change didn't change
All my life
2019 I was alive
Sit by the river
The only spot where the water flows up
It's just pressure
All the dark birds are
I used to serve by my grandma's house (yeah)
I left some birds by my grandma's house (hah, brrt)
You knockin' at the door, but no, I can't come out
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!
the sky, the birds
Hurry up and wait
Go shopping to splurge,
Pull the Royce up ,and I park on the curb
Hurry up and wait
Da house in the burds
Take over
I’ma treasure
I done fuck your baby mama, did it just for pleasure
Got you pissed off, I can tell by your gesture
Om, oh, Omg
Ro Canali, he a G
Ain't
way to
California, I'm driving through you
Down your spine, right to your heart
Just can't wait to fall in your crack
Tell St. Andrew I'm ready for you
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
Dinner Date,
I'mma be gone by tomorrow,
Leave him bald like Andrew Tate,
If he come around this Yard,
Nigga bet not Hesitate,
Finna leave him with a Scar,
a beat to fuck your crew up
Just bring the band, by the way we got Jan on the drums
Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs
And Simon, like I mentioned
tryin' to get my ring like Ewing
Coyote gang get a fuck n**** ruined
Nothin' but Andrew Jacksons in my pocket thought I was with the five
N**** thought
This ain't the bird talk, this is the shit
One of them always dropping it
Not one soul ever knows it's lurking
Plop it falls on every person
Wait
Galahad, and I, wait until
nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit, taking the French by
surprise -- not only by surprise, but totally unarmed!
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