No subliminals I ain't talkin to you Shawn I'm talkin to that heartless mouse with no jewels on Who the fuck put you on Faggot ass nigga let men toss
buying more fame by cashing your chips in But with all of your talent and so much to gain To toss it away like that would be such a shame To toss it
of emotion in my heart tonight Calling you There's a little piece of heaven in the sky tonight Breaking through Like a rider on the storm A feather tossed
to the sky Yes my mother told me "My dear son, You're not the one" I flew from home when I was just twenty-one Young enough to be the feather of someone
I wear my patent leather shoes And my golden fleeces, A feather in my hair for you And then I fall to pieces At your celebration (oh-oh, oh-oh)
[Chorus - 4x] Back, back, back, back, and forth from Ca-li to New York [Verse Three: Dove] We, we, we, we regulate and cross plates, destruct ya Toss
attack and tackle, and sack and crack and crackle And snap back and battle my own shadow cus ya'll wack and all that Bullshit ya talkin startin to get funky Toss
, you ain't got a chance at all Big L Corleone too advanced for y'all I make moves and boss all across the world so don't be upset if I toss your girl
fine as fuck but you givin me hell I got this indian squaw the day that I met her Asked her what tribe she with, red dot or feather She said all you
I became toxic allotted in badly shaded cement fuselages of juvenile non-approval and loosely smoker's school cut abandonment Where great expected movement tossed
'm a lost chick and I need a Hen. Be my Hen now, won't you? Take me under your feathers and sheild me from this awful weather. I'm a clich'e ship tossed
on No subliminals I ain't talkin to you Shawn I'm talkin to that heartless mouse with no jewels on Who the fuck put you on Faggot ass nigga let men toss
wide eyed open to it all With their tasseled teams they came To McGee's General Store All in their beaded leathers I would tie on colored feathers And
We all got born so afraid And still search for words To describe that pain And cling to each other Like pigeons in the rain And nuzzle over feathered
your lip and barely catch your breath Your lovely eyes, they close like petals Your sweet surprise could win you medals You strut your stuff and fan your peacock feathers
Let me tell you of an interview with an Old Man Emu He's got a beak and feathers and things, but the poor old fella ain't got no wings "Aren't you jealous