I don't know what I like I don't even know what I want Like a little bird who can't seem to fly like a little bird
heads high after disaster [Hook] When the levees broke when the planes hit whats going on ma nigga, the same shit After Katrina, after the towers We holds our heads
the perm Aint let it sit too long, they just makin it burn And make a movie of our lifestyle But they earn like a dead body burned on a mantlepiece That
was very different tonight 'Cause he was not human, he was not human The little boy's face lit up with such a naked joy That the sun burned around his
until the crayon gets dull in her hand While she colors her big brother, her mother and dad Ain't no tellin' what really goes on in her little head
bird flamethrow, Overthrow, takeover, Name known around the globe. King Cobra poison slow, Fang jungle overgrown. Wu Tang, Ghostface, Alchemist killin this song. Feelin famous, chop heads
front She spot me like paparazzi, shot me a glance In that catwoman stance with the fat booty pants, hot damn What's your name love, where you came from? Neck and wrist blazed up, very little
parties concerned, it's time to live it and learn Until we're able to grow, forever bridges we burn My thoughts free as a bird, that's just about to emerge
love woman 'Cause every nigga in L.A. got a little bit of Thug in him We might fight with each other, but I promise you this We'll burn this bitch down
it little pebbles and crack. what? you got a bag of jawbreakers mixed with dirt. why is it that every time i smoke my nose bleed and head hurt? i aint
and every time I fuck her, yo it's on camera and I'm the freak type, get head and lay meat right y'all niggas burned bridges I coulda had y'all tight
stop, To the bang bang boogie yo they like to gang bang but rookies ain't the only ones that dropped Some say the little locs are gettin a little too
don't stop Not to the bang bang boogie, but they like to gangbang And rookies ain't the only ones that drop Some say the little locs are gettin' a little
our heads and around our spines Cooling off the burning floor The morning's breaking woke us long enough We were sure we could see The whole of some older birds
eclipse and a snowfall Flakes melt instantly on the shoulders like wet silver Burning little holes all the way to the marrow Puckered flesh like avocado sags into a green pool All the birds
