Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Birdland, artist - Ben Beal.
Date of issue: 02.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Birdland |
If I were to fly, I don’t think you’d see me again |
My momma tried to wake me up but I’m not leavin' my bed |
We got time, so we should waste it |
We got time, for celebration |
If we were to leave, I don’t think they will see |
Need new air to breathe, somewhere in the trees |
Somewhere in between |
Don’t wake me up, but let the birds chirp |
I’m stuck between NY and DC |
Always making noise so the birdcalls just sue me |
Sampling your motherfucking parents, bitch, sue me |
My life is like a movie |
Dark night at the auroras |
Why the bullets flying through me? |
The suburbs, the birdland |
Ride bikes with no hands |
Rikers Island for a gram |
Lose brain cells to slow jams |
Shattered elbows on driveways |
I was jumpin' off the wine crates |
Broken wrist and hockey rings |
I’m faded, need to hydrate |
Yo, mad minimalist |
Simple but they say I’m like a chemist with it |
Slightest flick of the wrist |
Some Bruce Lee with the shit |
I really need to cop a few more books to read |
A studious heathen |
I was raised a Christian I party with demons |
I spark trying to reason |
Throw Nebulous on |
Niggas starin' at my girl like where your etiquette son |
Got me starin' at the world like is it ready for |
Is it ready for anything beneficial |
You should worry bout when you die who’s gonna miss you |
Did you change a life or take yours for granted |
Sometimes the spiritual got a bit more advantage |
We gon' get there got a bit more to plan |
Shit is rocky life’s terrain just a thick quartz and sand |
Learn to hover over that in Berlin |
If I were to fly, I don’t think you’d see me again |
My momma tried to wake me up but I’m not leavin' my bed |
We got time, so we should waste it |
We got time, for celebration |
If we were to leave, I don’t think they will see |
Need new air to breathe, somewhere in the trees |
Somewhere in between |
Don’t wake me up, but let the birds chirp |