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was of value to me was in London. By the time I reached their little red brick house, Carrie and her father were gone.
The summer sun is fading
that was of value to me was in London.
By the time I reached their little red brick house, Carrie and her father were gone.
Forever Autumn
down to Deliverance Road??
I saw three little birds sitting on a doorstep
And two little boys in their Sunday best
And the preacher?s voice was strong
birds, but I had to move on
But for none of these I tatto the little P-pac on my arm
Ask Un how the ones be when he advance me dough
So I put out mines
You got a diamond in your eyes so you can't see
Your blinded by the shine of a memory
Unapologetic I'm a vigilante
Blind folded so you'll never
I survive
You guys can't walk in My shoes
I'm not Your shoe size
I flipped a couple bricks
Couple birds flew by coke white like it got
Blonde hair
World
How this whole shit been about birds
And i ain’t think to rap about Byrd?
I figure I could start by spreading the word
Cause I don’t care to spare
disturbed
Fuck a slur
Little Nerd
Is that a bird
No a turd
Fluctuating
Bit to bits
Fuck you say to me
Grab tits with tits
Y'all talk like bitch to bitch
Let's
Money is the sourse of course to feel forced
Into gamblin' it all for just a little more
Or blowin it on things you couldn't afford before
Should
find
Where the pretty little small birds, do change their voices
And every moment, blows blusterous by
So come all young men, who go a courting
Pray pay
said I would fail.
But my dreams never got clouded by the negativity or the people’s words.
Dreams were in the sky way above the clouds & the birds
muf**ka bang
Get ya money up, this cane is what we f**kin' slang
And 9 trey is what I f**kin' claim
Its Dipset, capital don of the bird gang
[Verse 2:
Your Love Gets Me High
By Brad Dassey
VERSE 1
This beat is a high-rise
We get so high
Off of music
Just comes quickly
Comes to my mind
I'm
took Hansel and Gretel
to the woods.
'I should remember
the way back home.
I'll drop the pebbles one by one.'
Hansel dropped the pebbles
one by one
Niggas my sons, little birds in the nest
Confident, showing I speak with my chest
Nefarious thoughts and they all in my head
A farmer who farms creatively
milliemeter white noise television
Fucking 3am gotta wonder if the roach was
Invented in my kitchen shut the fuck up
Don't wanna hear that shit backwards
With
birds, but I had to move on
But for none of these I tatto the little P-pac on my arm
Ask Un how the ones be when he advance me dough
So I put out mines
birds, but I had to move on
But for none of these I tatto the little P-pac on my arm
Ask Un how the ones be when he advance me dough
So I put out mines
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
No place to hide only if could fly
See a bird cutting through the skies
Then I wonder why freedom
Is defined by the papers
Circulating by
And all
The next day I arose still kickin the same clothes
I had to make a decision
Even though I lost her my friends still gave me recognition
Bein recognized by
Little red riding hood
Was sent to her grandma
To deliver to her
A cake and some wine
Both of them were eaten
By the big bad wolf
Who then got cut
the track
It's not a trivial pursuit
It's a matter of facts
Please have your pen and paper ready
The facts will commence in 3 2 1
Facts
Black-thighed
Man i got these hoes talking about me and nut
So I'm out here all day and RJ telling
Me i need them on the 3rd verse
Me personally homeboy i don't
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