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letra de birds - terrance moore

[intro]
retro nuveaux
yeah

[verse 1]
so you don’t like me?
i guess i’ll fly then
thought you ain’t like “nice men”
well why him?
i’m a youngin’ about my bread, but i’m not ym
i’m not your type?
yeah right, girl you lyin’
and when i’m done flying
i’m in my room writing
marijuana and a dizzy instrumental
way, way too many thoughts in my mental
trying to pull up when i park, pull the ceiling off the rental
though it’s dark, seated speeding, tryna get to your heart
uh, girl i’m weeded, dreaming ’bout us up in the park
told me to play my part, i can act out a script
but your cast wrong, and you don’t know who you playing with
yeah, this man flip sh-t quick, you should recognize
i’m bound to make it, while you f-cking with them other guys
d-mn, love lies, life hurts
when i met you at your pad had that nice shirt
like a young lad, checking cause i like her
i look up at my pops like, “tell the lord, ‘nice work’,”
but you ain’t notice me in plaid, so the night sucked
but we kept chilling at my pad hoping we might f-ck
like, “what i got to lose? i ain’t got much…”
just my music, but i got some hot stuff
and my mom and bros, you cool with them
they giving me advice like, “take her out for food
and then, tell her how you feel,”
tom cruise
we ate at friday’s, i paid that afternoon
but i ain’t make a move, not cursed by being shy
just the curse of being a good guy, guess i’m (good)

[sample chop/hook]
and now i realize
that you’re no good
for me

[verse 2]
this sh-t is f-cked up, i’m not your type right?
well, why we pressin’ keys, on the late night?
i’m just tryna date like, under the moonlight
they call it fate, right?
why make light of a dark situation
part of me thinking, “maybe i should give up baking,”
but you know, through more than conversation
we smoke weed, so ain’t no need for us not to proceed, huh
you on some other sh-t, i don’t know who you f-cking with
but it ain’t me so i’m just cooking like an oven mitt
yeah, and i don’t even know your government
but you got me tripping girl and somewhat i’m loving it
i’m f-cking sick, to be loving this
sh-t, you ain’t really nothing but a tease
normally you get a girl like that on her knees
but please, judge not, the heart that bleeds

[talking]
whether we’re sitting looking fly
while jets throttle on the runway
or we’re sitting next to a
fly looking model from a runway
just know
i’m feeling good

[verse 3]
yeah, yeah
and i ain’t done dizzy
until they done wit’ me
you know i run the town
got some nuveaux in your city?
the college dropout, that drop “thou’s”
i got clout and no room to back out
my gun with me
so i “blackow!”, ’til i black out
and dream about the girl who put the gun to me
this bird’s crazy

- terrance moore

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