Winter Birds

Guess niggas forgot how to let the music talk
Shut the fuck up
Ya'll boys talk too much

Wonder why my heart is broke then I couldn't say
Witnessing' my vices pull me over had to look away
I'm knowin' that my niggas on the same shit
Same old, same old everytime hands shaken
Conversation 'bout conservation
Somebody save me
Take me to a whole 'nother place, it's just
I been on some other shit since just the other day
Had to pull myself together from that phone call with Ray
Now I'm thinkin' of the days we was young
And only stressin' came from games
Now we watchin' where we drive, it's lessons in these lanes
Don't swerve, my nigga
And if you do I hope it's just a curb, my nigga
The tears fly south like a bird in the winter
I said the tears fly south like a bird in the winter
I refuse like Rosa on the first of December
We was young fuckin' up
Still hurts I remember
Feel blessed still cursed, I'm a sinner
Don't ask about my heart bitch it's broken
Stomach turn a little different
When you know your family deserves bigger
But this all that you can give 'em
And it breaks me inside I can't fix it
Queens, New York for the weekend, y'all ain't livin'
See a little more when you grow and remain children
Queens, New York for the weekend, y'all ain't livin'
See a little more when you grow and remain children



Credits
Writer(s): Jerimiah Ochoa, Joshua Smith
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