SO NOW YOU WANT TO GIVE A PEP TALK BUT SORRY THIS IS OUR ONLY ROOM TO WALK CAUSE WE DON'T WANT TO DRUG PUSH BUT A BIRD IN THE HAND IS WORTH MORE THAN
Uh huh) But how much do you like my style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down (Uh huh) Wanna get rich I'll show you how [50 Cent] The birds they say
to me that you'll take B Bone and Big, nigga die slowly I'ma tell you like a nigga told me Cash Rule Everything Around Me Shit, lyrically, niggaz can
above Listen to the birds that we are standin out(standin out) Come take a look upon your watch The real mans stuff always come on out Find More lyrics
Worldwide baby (A yeah yeah) Ice Cube makin more money in the rap game Than some of you can (A yeah yeah) with a bird in your hand Puttin it down We wanted
You miss your old familar friends, but waiting just around the bend. Everywhere you look (everywhere) There's a heart (there's a heart) A hand to hold
wakes up to the glass And shattered mirror of the past She reaches for her baby Reaches out for her baby This time Katie takes her hand She takes her hand
: I came into this world high as a bird From second hand cocain powder i know it sounds absurd I never tooted but its in my veins While the rest of
the knife to her throat Heart pointing to the sky Just as motherless birds fly high Then socialise Socialise (Thanks to Patrick for these lyrics)
by Morbid Death] [lyric by Rui Lima] I have been alone all my life Streets full of people Kisses of the wind Hands of pity Silences of the mind Birds
thinking of you, since you came into view, but i've tried. All the boys do the same, girl you pop them insane with desire. 'Cause like a bird in my hands
I lost you, how I let go of your hand. Your last words wore a sadness. You were drowned out by the band (Thanks to Polarch for these lyrics)
: (feat. Reba McEntire) We're the perfect match Cause we're in harmony OooOooOooOooOoo Like a rhyme in a song we all belong Like a bird in a tree we
with aspect of the loom and my attitude swells and a phone can't cop No please don't freeze lyrics are run to seige I'm known as a mess, when I rhyme
staff with brown handle Backtrack; my first kicks, brown sandals In the breeze of the surgeon, surrounded by merchants I'mmaculate birth, conceived by a virgin Do a lot in the lyric
million years, you're nasty please leave me alone." Cut to the pub on a lads night out, Man at the bar cos it was his shout, Clocks this bird and she
: Ohhhhhh This is the end of the line I've clearly read every sign The way you glance at me Indifferently And you take your hand from mine This is
bird Where somebody waits for me Sugar's sweet, so is she Bye, bye, blackbird No one here can love or understand me Oh, what hard luck stories they all hand
