Lyrics:
A little taste from a bird's eye view
Of all the styles I might do
Don't have it down to a "tee"
I have it down to a Q
U know the E-E-N is close friends
So
the things that ain't right?
Can I raise the bar up where birds don't fly?
Look me in the eye
Tell me do you even see the fire?
Always be the candle in a dark
The way you make me feel
Deep inside
I gotta keep it real
You are the prize
Might Have taken
Long Enough to realize
The Love of My life
Standing by
And I'd have been the shadow
Of your shadow
If it might have kept me
By your side
I got hit by a baseball
Man I can't be asked man awaken he asked
Man I can't be asked
Imma just sleep all day, fuck it imma wake up
Wake up
Take
Looking to the sky I got big plans
Birds view, got the world in my wingspan
Shooter by the side, he my hitman
And yo shorty wanna fuck me, she a big
Should be fucking arrested
You cannot beat me don't try try try try
Hit you like like Backstreet Boys
It's bye bye bye bye
Is that a bird? I am fly fly fly
lyin', don't ask me
I'll pay the fine, I'll pay the toll, just hope I don't crash it
But hey, if I do, it will be a blaze of glory
Engulfed by
Stairs might be a little tricky
It's been years since they been Fixed, the type to turn the stretch And Bend
I'm nothin' like it, there isn't him, Demons
We all fated where we destined to be
All the bitches fall in love when they hear my voice
I got a classic demeanor
A trapper just by choice
They be
to something
With all these flowers we are loving
I'll be fine in the night
That's the time the birds don't bite
I'll be fine, I have stripes
I'll deter them
crickets and fishes
You gon' be found by a fisherman, act like you Gilligan
Gucci, you know I'm a villain
I beat you up mentally, figuratively, physically
malachite, I mean calamite
Lord I call on might, sat at night, ballied up waiting for the yutes to walk on by
I saw the tents and the blood stains
Niggas be in range
Don't think you safe
I'm feeling out of place
Stars in the ceiling might help a nigga recuperate
Niggas be in range
Don't think
bird
Back like cooked crack hit the trap and I was rhymin' every word
I know niggas never voted, heard Obama and they curved
Diplomatic ties, it's
Contemplate all your mistakes, shit
If it were up to me, I’d be stuck in my sheets with sixteen honeys
All laid out next to me, I might need to be breathe
didn't id be a liar
Mommy I'm on fire
Come ride with a rider
The crowd say you might catch the king with a singer
For touching my doorbells the only
'm a mur
I'm on the 2-7, then back to the turf
In the old school like I'm servin them work
When I'm local, I be goin' bezerk
Hit up old fools might back
cooch
Bitches in my room and I left them for you (for you)
She might be a thot but I'm a thot too (ooh ooh)
What I'm supposed to do? (huh?)
What I
hot
My first shot, my bird hot, by the third shot
Curved the THOT, the thirst real but her purse not
My attitude is out the world, I'm a star
Plus
the bird's-eye view?
Ayy
I'm in love with buyin' all the shit that you can't get
Hoes be wishing they man was like me, and all the other niggas I be with
When
she'll eat the bird dog, she gotta hit the cliff top
Shit, I'm the glue to this shit
I don't know about you, you might do what you do
Shit, this shit is
was a very valiant insect
And that's why the technique, needs a brave man
And a strong one, who isn't afraid of birds
[Bobby Digital]
gets caught in a fan
Them poor boys they might die
Man that would be a shame, it would be a pity. You know one morning I
woke up, from a
nice night
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