Birds Flyin' High

Birds flying high you know how I feel
Birds (birds) flying high, you know how I feel
Birds flying high, you know how I feel
Birds (birds) flying high, birds flying high

Smoking all day drinking on hard liquor(yea)
I stay high, even higher than a star nigga
Im on silver haze what is you cheffin?
Im in the coupe keeping the rest of the birds sleeping
And I'm high to the tip top... and I'm twisted with a slip knot
Tangled in the grip-lock
And will I ever stop? never that light it up bring it back
Bring a ounce not a sack
I got it foggy as a suana in the building
Looking for ur boy, im probably crawling on the ceiling
Fallin on the railing catch me im gone
Im in another zone but trust me im home
Where the blunts be thicker than the arm
Every time I cop a roller, me say, "This one is the bomb"
U know I gotta explode
I dont know where yall at but im in my mode where the...

Keep it coming dont fuck up rotation (naww)
Clean ur piss dont fuck up probation (naww)
Shit im glad I ain't got those cases
I can smoke free bad nerves ain't got no patience (naww)
But my birds fly higher ur coupe drive by but my coupe drive by ya
Im higher than a kite still lookin for the lighter
Can't get no higher still lookin for the lighter
Big bob marley blunts keep a chick in the ride on the side(yea) big ol' donkey butt(yupp)
She talkin to much pass her weed calm the slut
I ain't trynna hear that shit just smoke bitch (smoke)
This is what I call ol' dikeman's finest sit back baby relax ur tight vagina
Enjoy ur ride enjoy ur high and show respect when u see the (birds flyin high)



Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Earnest Watkins
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