Lyrics:
enchanted by things that gleam
You know, bright fancy cars, big yachts and mansions
On the beaches of Aruba with a girlie romancin
Now I'm about to tell you
the cheddar
Seb my nigga he killin', free all my niggas they illin'
NWB in the building, fuck it I'll sign for a million
Fuck it I'll sign for a bird (Prrr),
She wants a boy that's in the band
I live a life she can't understand
Only in town for the weekend
Whatchu' gon' do for a wristband
While I'm on my
8. Clouds Over Gotham Pt .2 The
Arkham Knight
A1
Shadows rise deep down the alleys
Obscured by dust and smoke
Wicked souls behaving Madly
Strangling
yeah yeah
I'm a clock chaser
PTS-disorder
Yeah yeah yeah
Can't hate on nobody
Heart'd be heavier than a feather
Yeah yeah yeah
I prayed for the rain
to live your life, boy you bakin
[T-Mo]
Bitch I'm a runnin all through you, you's a PT nigga
Cause we run with TRU niggas, all about them dollar
to live your life, boy you bakin
[T-Mo]
Bitch I'm a runnin all through you, you's a PT nigga
Cause we run with TRU niggas, all about them dollar
The weekend it's gone
There's nothing to turn you on
Where are all the birds ?
All i see is streetlights
You had your drems
But it seems you
A legendary Youtube comment spoke the words of God
Made by a man but a young fair one
Containing the exposition of existence
A condensed parable
And a big Teradactyl bird bone in his nose
I tried to reason with him, he wasn't with it
He said, ";Tenga-shanko,"; that meant 'forget it'
He said,
24-Hour Fitness
On the weekend, I'm sipping Belvedere with that citrus
My dogs is vicious, exotic nympho bark for my mistress
Pipe is good, live every
flight to gold)
Flying birds in motion
Right by where
The sky meets the ocean
Are we in our right minds?
I don't know, we drank a potion
Flying with
Sammy Sam whatchu know 'bout that?
Diablo's ain't a damn shame we was inspired by that
Like Tupac shooting birds hanging out that BMW
Shot up two
Listening to a free beat by Dre, in some free Beats by Dre, or
Tell my attorney to cook it and eat it
I play catch with the body of Bernie from Weekend
brain fried, lungs sore
You pull up, we started fuckin' at the front door
You different I had bitches by the 14
Now it's clear why I only need
Riding up the faders it's all talking to be heard
Hiding in the neighbor's bushes squawking like a bird
Broken for the weekend I feel nervous as they
Tangled Up in You
Checked in to the Blue Bird Inn.
Wedding bells on the weekend.
Old friends, recall memories.
Trade vows in the pouring rain.
since we teamed up
Told her we should link I been thinking
There’s a party next door this weekend
What you been drinking?
The birds and the bees they
insecure
I hate myself inside
I know you see my fear
You say were friends
But kiss me by the weekend
Your so indecisive
Cause soon you'll do it all again
I
four-hour shifts''
I don't think I've
Ever been this fucking stressed in my life
creature pt 2 isn't finished, I lied
Just to get them off my back though,
Manipulate you
Even in your perfect state
You swish the birds among the clouds
cnd touch the ground
Found a way to be nothing
cnd make nothing count
birds of the feather, when I'm in your arms
I feel so happy, when you call me, time is flying by
Be my Valentine
I remember at your birthday you asked me
the birds ride the sky
And I could be spending every weekend on a float in the pool, that'd be fine
But I'd be missing what I came here for, even though it'd
acquire company out of necessity and lack of currency.
We run by the seat of our cash, buying into everything within a money shot.
I'm blocking bullets
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