Songtexte:
Birdman No More

boy appreciate that Yeah it's big money popping baby boy Ain't none of that little bitty More, more, more, milly More, more, more, milly [Verse 1 - Birdman

hoe out jockin we stunnin while ya hating nigga stunna is wat made ya i hear ya poppin shit but the birdman raised ya bitch birdman got an army birdman

hoe out jockin we stunnin while ya hating nigga stunna is wat made ya i hear ya poppin shit but the birdman raised ya bitch birdman got an army birdman

my shoulder And he left me with sulfur, and rooms full of headaches I fell in with snakes, in the poisoned ranks of strangers Please send me more yellow birds

pick on me In the gym locker room or in the hallway Cruel things people do and say Wait a minute, wait a minute I'll make more money tonight than you

Easy, ready, willing, overtime, Where does it stop, where do you dare me to draw the line. You've got the body, now you want my soul, Don't even think

Übersetzung: Cold Feet, More Songs Soundtrack. Du bist Gorgeous [Baby Bird].

Übersetzung: Sparklehorse. Mehr Yellow Birds.

Pace, Bigazzi, Savio Ne me tirez plus. Non mi tira piu, per i piu addetti che non sanno il francese, ma un tempo io fui un caimano, piu andavo avanti