I've been dreaming of a red bird And the peace of its gentle wings It's an omen of better things I've been waking with the same pain That makes me want
papa told me, blasphemy Chorus: Prince Ital Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin my bird in a cloud Usin de
apologies one is for being myself and it'll have to decide what the other is for. In this atmosphere our birds are never going to fly, our birds are finished. A Bird
can't let it go Whether that's right I will never know (ugh but here goes nothin) [Verse 1: T.I.] It's a bird, it's a plane - naw, it's the king, bitch
: [VERSE 1] Forget Wonder Woman, she's a trick Workin around in red, white and blue The girl is through Another superhero comin atcha But much blacker
it's the voice of the hustler whenever they hear son up at the Helm Son give'em hell like "damn, he on advocate" The fans fiendin' for it they got the addict
I love myself Loving you no more... [Red Cafe Verse] Love strong word, lotta times i be thinkin its the wrong word And ima gangsta rapper, not a song bird
you got tha green By any necesary means, sellin' mission But if you think you see me wanna try Hoppin' off in ya ride, tha night if tha bird, tha Benz
you got tha green By any necesary means, sellin mission, But if you think you see me wanna try Hoppin' off in ya ride, tha night if tha bird, tha benz
was in a love triangle but it wasn't like my feelings weren't there to make it a square penny's for her thoughts she's my very own American Beauty, red
[Eazy-E] Perched up high on a roof top like a bird I'm havin' evil thoughts a black hood covers my face and death flows through my mind at it's own pace
Vanish then pop up in a SL double nickel, scarlet red Fuck you I'm tryna get my cash right All my niggaz flip birds and blast pipes, addicted to the
me Remember what my papa told me, blasphemy Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin' my bird in a cloud Usin' de
What I'm gonna do? Uh, Lord, Lord Jah Shit is all true Mmm, fried chicken, fly vixen Give me heart disease but need you in my kitchen You a bird but
on that bow wow flow that'll have you leanin like syruppp you flip birds so what i flip words and yea you chop weight but yea i chop birds and add addicts
left side, I will Heckler & Koch, pop shots, for my [Cali Niggas]. Deal niggas, then smoking aces fucking with my [Cali Niggas]. Leave them with poker faces, red
at? Right here aha, yeah, yeah, CT, check it We rollin trees and smokin la la la la la Another weed song from me Burning more trees than Cheech Chong Red
??m so fucking sick and tired; of writing a??bout my loneliness, And making every song like a??if only she would notice thisa??; I try to catch these birds
