Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Bad Flying Bird, artist - Sims. Album song More Than Ever, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.11.2016
Record label: Doomtree
Song language: English
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 |