Baby" and "Darlin'" (And I would but) I swear I hear the Birds sing your name quite often It doesn't matter if the wind goes And does turn to stone The birds
Verse 1 I can still see that look in your eyes Like a montage imagining my whole life Then suddenly, you're gone I remember the way that you laughed
First Verse: I can still hear the sound of my mother And all the sweet smell that surrounds her And how she said that love don't come easy Who knew
First Verse Travel past my eyelids, into the back of my skull You'll see her pictures pasted all over the walls I don't got any reason to go on If
And I said, "You shouldn't make facts out of opinions" He said that I was right, you're right I knew, that I was And I'd hate to see anybody thank you
as a mumble in the jungles Of shouts and screams That?s the way the cracker crumbles So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams Humble as a mumble in
You could want it all, the flag and pole I'm curling with my love The last one out of the box The one who broke the seal Obligations Complications Routines
I'm willing and ready to ride Lie down with your hands behind your back Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground now This seemingly routine investigation
destination where I leave my reflection on the glass I'd ask but we all know How far these interstates go Or how deep the city routes go down In chilly
He want to run up in, I ain't no regular route (Hoooo!) Me and the girls, we ain't stressin' out We ain't birds, we ain't headin' south (Noooo!) Them
was the question and shorty was the answer She was dancing on the stage in her lingerie And I think I heard teh DJ call her Sauncerea Body route around
Seen the laws make a left so you know I bust a right That's the d-boy detour switchin up my route Check ya resource invoice the bird in the drought Got
fiends, hop in the Suburban and lean Look at that don nigga swervin in Queens, playa Ballin a lot, brawlin for props, callin the shots Hit the curb, birds
as an intense discription Of why the valkyrie fly, calculate The circumference of the sky for future reference Measure it all from bird's eye to add
I took my first breath They said I smiled, they cried till it was none left I guess I knew what I was in for before hand Miniature grown man, third of three sons Big bird
m Larry Hoover, I think I'm Big Meech, I think you need the streets to succeed the inner street. but I'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route, quote
your mind to it, you'll go real far Like a pedal to the metal when you're drivin' a car Liggy-liggy-liggy-listen to the things that I say Because it's not routine
