Lyrics A Bad Flying Bird - Sims

A Bad Flying Bird

I’ve been a real proper bit chomper
Leaning on my locker looking for the glitch
Since forever, never fit
Heavy stepper, filter through the blades for scales
Moccasins are swimming too
Forbidden fruit, they’re kidding you
Just killing all the kid in you
I get into the wildest
Style is off the stylus
Never listened to the mild guiding all these blind pilots
That’s fifty shades of beige
Fifty shades of pumpkin spice
Fifty ways of throwing shade on something bright
I was different
I was surfing on the rain where it’s purple
Only corners cut, making squares into circles
The whole idea was so neutered
Commuter in a stupor suit
OK Computer, stupid future
Well, they’re so removed
Straight out of the catalog
Middle of the mall shit
I came from the battle fog
Analog snake-bit
Just might be the light to impress upon your insight
This is what happens when you feed him after midnight
I want you to say something different for me
Wake up, all you do is play dumb
I want you to say something different for me
Play dumb, but I want you to wake up
I was always too weird for the cool ones
Too smart for the dope ones
Cut bait found woke ones
We made our own, something out the box
Something we could rock
Found some ply, found some parts
No comply, grinding, coping 'til it sparks
Then I used the watts, flipped the future shock to something useful
Before the shoe could drop
Before the coup de grace
Been around since the beta
Made some layups, missed some easy shots
But without the fatal ones
It wouldn’t be the same
Spin cycle spinning bum outs, can’t blame the malaise
But it’s that same lazy blasé that gets 'em hit with the strays
What to say?
What to say?
They’re not thinking anyway
I’m on the case though, separate the flavor from the mayo
Felt like they were on the payroll
Felt like I was getting KO’d
Lights Out Paris that’s my word
I’m a bad flying bird
I’ve flown into some windows, put the air back in the windpipe
This what happens when a bad one goes up in flight
I want you to say something different for me
Wake up, all you do is play dumb
I want you to say something different for me
Play dumb, but I want you to wake up
I put that on my last dying words on this beautiful earth
I’m a bad flying bird
Making it work