Broken Wings

These broken wings will fly
Still be here tomorrow
We will never die
You and I

These broken wings will fly
Still be here tomorrow
We will never die
You and I

Couple shots but we jam Glocks
Saw the pigs but they wanted
Call it ham hocks
Everybody gon' talk about it Call that spam shots
Hopped out cause I'm off probation
But my man's not
And I brought some shottas with me
This ain't jamrock
Fo'nem got a lotta with me
Cause we jam rocks
I can't listen what you say
Cause it's dead spot
We can't pull up broad day
This bitch red hot
I ain't make a lot of M's listenin' to him
Give no fuck 'bout who I shot
I'm really in the gym
We'll let off two 40's sound like M80's
I can benchpress 180
I'm a trench baby

These broken wings will fly
Still be here tomorrow
We will never die
You and I

These broken wings will fly
Still be here tomorrow
We will never die
You and I

I let it burn, my head spins and it turns
I mean, I mean my words put yo face on a shirt
Make it hurt that's assured, your nerves split to thirds
And i got her walking backwards, none of your concern

I'm like dirty up drink, no one cares what you think
My money in my mattress, I ain't fuckin' with the bank
Lost in translation, i'll put your shit on standby
You don't want my bad side, my neck and wrist baptized

I don't got no interest, you don't wanna turn a witness
Always hit it with precision - they don't ever wanna listen
I'm not kidding, leave you spinning, it's ridiculous how I get 'em
Sixty seconds then I'm sprinting, still gon' kill 'em by the finish

These broken wings will fly
Still be here tomorrow
We will never die
You and I

These broken wings will fly
Still be here tomorrow
We will never die
You and I

We will never die
You and I
We will never die
You and I



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Harsem, Kirill Igorevich Lupinos, Aria Nasehi, Laerke Emilie Bach, Herbert Randall Wright
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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