Lyrics:
Ye ye, ye yey
Na na, na na na na, don't you worry
Rise up this morning
Smiled with the rising sun
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
by the words on the page - I know!
Some birds don't deserve to be caged
They gotta fly away and search for the waves
Bein held down is worse than
Done it, done it, done it man I'm runnin' up
Tity Boi 'bout to fuck the summer up
Order some new things for the Wraith
3rd chain on to get her naked
Started with a dollar and a dream
We did it for the West, motherfucker, like Kanye
Niggas get stretched out on [?]
Got three thousand stacks, I ain't
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
Rise up this morning
Smiled with the rising sun
Three little birds
Pitched by my doorstep
Singing sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true
Saying:
wanna be rolling in dough
I wanna couple massive castles all surrounded by moats
I want some big diddy fat bird I could ride up her hole
And a Yamaha jet
like a samurai
We the niggas make the birds fly
Then I fucked the bitch five times
Then I kicked her out 'cause I'm fuckin' tired
Takeoff!
I just
It's Like 5 In The Morning, Sunrise
Cage Full Of Birds One Flies
I'ma Tell Ya I'm Beached On The Sand
Jeepers Creepers The Features That Span
From
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
the studio
SiYL3NCE PLZ
Don't you have somewhere else to go
A little bit of SiYL3NCE PLZ
I don't wanna hear you no more
Catch me up in the air, yeah I'm lifted
horrible forest
For a little lass snatched from Kansas
Snatched by tornado came forward
Poured a little drop of oil on his joints
She heard his voice time
like Kunta
That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L, if you disagree
Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go just go
hundred loving ways
Way three: scoop their box daily
One hundred loving ways
There are one hundred ways to love a cat
One hundred loving ways
Way four:
smile with the rising sun (Yeah-Yeah!)
Three little birds, pitched by my doorstep (Yo-Yo!)
Singing sweet songs (hey now), of melodies pure and true (Hey
smile with the rising sun (Yeah-Yeah!)
Three little birds, pitched by my doorstep (Yo-Yo!)
Singing sweet songs (hey now), of melodies pure and true (Hey
why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L; if you disagree
don't even look at me ho don't pass go just go straight to jail
With
that she was just a - oh no
She had such a way to twist and turn a simple truth
Told my friend Billy I had been a little loose
Then Billy took her by
on the FDR, big cigar
Explain You can tell there's a star in one of these cars
She's with Ghostface, yeah a bird on her wrist
Mask on face,
the barman holds aloft the crystal glass
And I'm having all that's in the bubble in the bottom of the bottle
Then by three or four, your head's a bit
the barman holds aloft the crystal glass
And I'm having all that's in the bubble in the bottom of the bottle
Then by three or four, your head's a bit
just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
I feel like a bird nigga with no wings
I'm stuck in this
ex girl her shit back and give her the bird
Give my boss a little attitude for making me work all night
twelve pack of bud light
Sitting around
, she'd be a Macaw
He don't speak with me for 5
But I fuck em up in 4
Yeah I roll up all the TREE(3)
& smoke dankwoods by the dos
Beat ya like my name was
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