Lyrics BITE - Baird

BITE

Baltimore Oriole
Turn it up
Alright
If it’s something wrong, I can make it right
And you’re too stressed for a summer night
We could roll a broom, we can take a flight
We could get it right
Yeah, I’m all bark, but you’re all bite
And you look good in the yellow light
With a cool breeze on a clear night
We could get it right
Look
I threw my phone out the window
While I was riding an airplane
Hard drives in my carry-on
In the Clouds, I got no space
But it’s in a .zip
Let you know when I finish it
And, man, I give a shit what the suits say
I could mix and master in one day
But I swear the kid is a bozo
Got a mind in the ozone
Walk with my head in the sound clouds
I’m in 2020 playing Shlohmo
But I swear to God I got a new sound
No more running from the words now
So I sing with my chest to make my mama proud
Before the hook comes back around