Lyrics:
Birds in the trap
Sell it by the sac
Baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit
Wanna fly my dick
She in the cockpit
100 on the dash ain no stoppin
Wakin
a one
By then it was devil-may-care
Not one even vaguely aware
That they had come all the way to the Delaware Water Gap
But how had it happened?
I spent my weekend down in the city Just tryna get my head straight
Oh the blinding lights are pretty
But baby it's gettin late
Oh i love the way
with only one change
Birds can make the choice to fly against the breeze with which the leaves remain
Could a rose by any other name sound as sweet when
a simple guy
I like cold pizza, and my music too loud
Spend all of my weekends with a rowdy crowd
I don't need no fancy, just a good time
Hanging with my
visions getting scary
Double time on the weekend
Built my trilogy like Larry
With the Birds at the candy man
Sipping bloody mary
Boy you wanna be a star
will set up somethin' for the weekend
So stop dreamin'
I already got my share of demons
If I leave you swear I won’t be tweakin'
Have another shorty by
when I'm low balling by by
Yo forget these problems
And baby role with me
If ya need some sugar
I'll be ya PIMP
Just keep it fly girl
And stay close
feel like I should
It's so sweet when you tell me
How lovely I am by the night's sky
The birds cannot hear us
And things fall apart
And we're
the records for?
Oh record boy
See you working almost every damn weekend for the experts, boy
I think you never knew all along you had expert choice
What you
whatever season
And niggas be hating for whatever Reason
Cause bitches getting tossed off to The Deep end
And these rappers falling off by the Weekend
Press
'ma get by
I ain't worry about it thing, except for my slime
You can't worry about a bitch they telling you lies
Gotta get to the dough I watch the bread
the rest
Besides I got birds that never leave the nest
They fuck with me, I watch em confess, then I go rest
Get back up, deposit them checks
Muthafuckas
on the guest list probably more by far
Photographers and magazines and stacks of A&R
Like I said about the guest list
Well forget about the birds
They
to go
So by now, I guess you know, talk to me
Chorus (x2)
What if we all had minds alike? Thought the same
Only few was taught to get this,
The rats be chasing snakes in the climb
You see a hustler knows his place by making money mistakes
I bossed up nigga I had to level my faith
Took them
Niggas tryna ride the wave
Match what I do
Shawdy said she wanna leave me
I let her go
Everyday is like the weekend around me
You flex like you want
This is Minister Metal Foot, treat a pedal like an earwig
And cook off by applyin' the same logic to the gearshift
Bird off prey circle, serf homes
told me weigh it up and bust it down
Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve (Jerz)
Tray 1 got PT's and sold that reserved
I'm a hot boy,
When the morning comes
I like to put on some
of my favorite tunes
If its on the weekends
got some news
Todays gonna be one of those days
Where
Theres a bunch of birds in the sky
And some deers just went running by
Oh the snows pure and white
On the earth rich and brown
Just another sunday
Now it all seems to start with one of them nights
Where one pint just turns into five
Five pints into shots and bombs
Getting carried away by
You had us fucking in the morning
But you were out there in the evening
I was getting too faded so
Only smoking on the weekend
Had me thinking you
The milk's gone bad, the bees flew South
The honey's all gone and the birds talkin' 'bout
They ain't hangin' out cause they gotta go to work
One just had
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