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letra de birds eye - xavy rusan

[intro: xavy rusan]
ay, yessir
hol’ up

[verse 1: xavy rusan]
baby, what you panic?
tell me what you thinkin’
tell me what you dreamin’, i’ve been schemin’
lately, i’ve been tweakin’
lately, i’ve been feenin’ for some meanin’, life, what’s my purpose?
tryna scratch that surface, find my joyous
but they won’t employ us, chillin’ with my hoyas
on that other, just out my shutter
you see the gutter, hear the racket where they tote that rachet
where they slay your brother, i just hate it
so i get sedated, yeah, i get so faded
out my mental, that instrumental
playin’ in my room, playin’ out that rental
playin’ on my cars, playin’ on my hands
don’t feed these hoes, i don’t feed my nose
i don’t need no xans, gotta feed my fam’
swear i be that dude
swear i be that man, but until that
n-gga, until that
chillin’ with my king, like
[chorus: xavy rusan]
i’ve been feelin’ like a man, just fly away
’cause i can’t got sh-t to do but smoke and get high today (mm-hm)
catch me breakin’ swishas, sippin’ liquor in my hideaway
’cause i don’t wanna hear about no murder, no dyin’ today (mm-hm)

[verse 2: xavy rusan]
and i’ve been livin’ my love
and i’ve been doin’ my thang
i’ve been payin’ my dues
i’ve been makin’ my lane
jobs ain’t makin’ me rich
checks ain’t makin’ me ho
shorty been takin’ them shots
talkin’ ’bout takin’ me home
f-ck they put in my drink?
got me feelin’ myself
thinkin’ ’bout droppin’ them meds
thinkin’ ’bout healin’ myself
thinkin’ ’bout all my life
n-ggas ain’t want me to thrive
put my life on the line
didn’t thank god i’m alive
i put that mic in the stand
put that cash in my hand
put that money on your boy
i bet he ain’t f-ckin’ with the man (nah)
ain’t no love in the land, that won’t know blood on my hands
so when i leave out again
i just hope my mom’ll understand, like d-mn
[chorus: xavy rusan]
i’ve been feelin’ like a man, just fly away
’cause i can’t got sh-t to do but smoke and get high today (mm-hm)
catch me breakin’ swishas, sippin’ liquor in my hideaway
’cause i don’t wanna hear about no murder, no dyin’ today (mm-hm)

[verse 3: poodieville]
my homie dyin’ young, n-gga, rest in peace
when i think about my n-gga, it depresses me
pressin’ me to put a f-ckin’ vest on me
it’s deaf on me, it’s stress on me
they testin’ me, i never let ’em take me out
never let a p-ssy n-gga hate and get my crown
got that crown, i healed that down
spray that ground, gun him down
spill they round, watch him drown, yeah!
mama still in sorrow
don’t know if i’ll make it tomorrow
grab the pen, and i mix it with the god flow
n-ggas know i got the vision, so they follow
call on me
the visionary, legendary, heart cold, it’s february
very scary, pull up with the mercenary
get him buried, you ain’t really with the sh-ts, he’s a b-tch n-gga
got my liquor, f-ck that b-tch n-gga
got that music, all i need, really
f-ck that n-gga, he just reekin’
never changed, kept the streets in me
now it’s time for that real sh-t, n-gga
my heart cold i don’t feel sh-t, n-gga
i was broke, the ceo got some cope that’s sealed, then i band it up real quick, n-gga
see my daddy died, that’s the worst of vibes
i won’t lie, sh-t hurt, i cried
tears fall that’ll burn the skies so much hate on my heart when i talk to god
i can’t talk to god, i gotta talk to mom
stay up on my grind and keep a clear mind, and just fly
[chorus: xavy rusan]
i’ve been feelin’ like a man, just fly away
’cause i can’t got sh-t to do but smoke and get high today (mm-hm)
catch me breakin’ swishas, sippin’ liquor in my hideaway
’cause i don’t wanna hear about no murder, no dyin’ today (mm-hm)

- xavy rusan

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