over there eyein' me? Peeps with me, I know you ain't tryin' to leave If you is, I'll show you how live I be My bad, did I pull your freak? Where my bird
love would cork it up Ain't that a lot of love for one heart to hold If the bees only knew how sweet you are baby They would seal up their honeycomb If the birds
know what they're doin' to me Keepin' me from flyin' That's why I say that I know Why the caged bird sings Only joy comes from song She's so rare and
with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks Before I let these crackers throw me and shit Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop Curse
in the flames Every night I wanna roll a Dutch, scared to sober up I'm like a bird in the cobra's clutch I'm like a bird in the cobra's clutch This is
-seven on an undercover cop! [Big Punisher] Fuck the po-lice, I squeeze first, make em eat dirt Take em feet first through the morgue, then launch 'em in the T-bird
still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make em eat dirt Take 'em feet first through the morgue, then launch 'em in the T-bird
flames to the wheat rows during an eclipse And the spirits will come out, dance, catch you a glimpse They're like artists, connecting the stars in rare
winter days Holy in many ways Vaults of time unshaken Whilst as through them we are taken Sleeping forests wake Ice melts on the lake Birds begin in
By the light of the moon To a 50's tune He pledged his love to her A girl so rare A girl so fair The girl for him for sure He could see himself getting
the valley-o. In that egg there was a bird, A rare bird and a rattlin' bird, And the bird on the egg, And the egg on the bird, And the bird in the
Kidnap Mr. Sandy Claws I wanna do it Let's draw straws Jack said, "We should work together" Three of a kind Birds of a feather Now and forever Wheeee (
Mr. Sandy Claws [LOCK] I wanna do it [BARREL] Let's draw straws [SHOCK] Jack said we should work together Three of a kind [LOCK, SHOCK & BARREL] Birds
Every hair on your head is counted You are worth hundreds of sparrows The tree you planted has become fecund With kamikaze humming birds Wings of hundreds
, baby, love is so rare I can take the breakup if you say that you care He had to run away, his pride was too strong It started rainin', baby, the birds
or old Better get together and let the good times roll Hey y'all tell everybody that Johnny's in town I got a dollar and a quarter and I'm just raring
[Verse: Chris Brown] All that bullshit's for the birds You ain't nothin but a vulture Always hopin for the worst Waiting for me to fuck up up You'll regret
Chasing the carrion, we watched the silver bird explode. We tiptoed through the barrier of smoke and took a hand, but found it unconnected. We were dining