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Birds flying high Almost touch the sky. Ya, this is a slow one I'm feeling so high from the smoke makes... and the sweat from the game! That gets played with my name, gotta maintain control Then I stop maintaining, but this phone never seem to stop ringing So I keep singing from time... It's hard when it rains, it reminds me of things that I'm so far gone Am I drill now? Remember, I've been asleep since December Now it is June, I'm leaving the room cause I'm on very soon! Gotta go, blessed off, it's another one I'm thanking God for the summer sun Cause we thought it might be forever... I gotta find my ways and catch her breath! Birds flying high Almost touch the sky. I fell like I speak easy, late night You happen to see my flipping channels, just stop by Need a chance to speak, nobody listening A chance to re-win, nobody's playing! Got friends... milligram addictions My whole town is on a notice of... I move around like a whisper, you can hear me now But can't quite make it out They come on... And then I stop, maintaining And this... turns stress on my brain But I still wait around like I ain't got shit to do So untrue, got so much to do And time, only thing I can't change No matter which way the piece is out of your range I think it's just about time for me to find my wings. Gotta find that mother fucking breeze! Birds flying high Almost touch the sky. And for ..I'll find the things that bring all the trouble right around me It seems without the trouble, and it is... So the trouble I need but what's been troubling me? On the same spots, on the same shots On the same shit, on the same... Singing my name, stop! I'm a myth, I'm a gift you could get every day I'm hoping to pray, I don't remember how I just open my mouth Watch the words come out I don't know if they get it, will they mind if I spit it? Mean no disrespect, that's just the way it was written So the record gets spit in! I'm in love with imperfection I was moving in the right direction And then all of a sudden like it was watching The breeze comes along, and there is no stopping... Birds flying high Almost touch the sky. |