[Verse 1 - Turbo T. Double]
If they believe they can fly, I go ahead and let them
I keep it very brief, keep it dry, never sweat them, forgetʼem
Just let them fly away, let them migrate
Long as at the end of the day I can say that Iʼm straight
But see I do wait, for them to get their mind straight
But by that time itʼs usually too late
They take flight so they donʼt speak so when they return like a pigeon with a note that it holds in their beak I lose sight, I canʼt read, my senses dull so their text messages become invisible
So see then they believe Iʼm being cynical but my response is no
Iʼm just responsible since I know that they act two ways
1st, treat me like dirt then call me like Tweet
Sweety take out the S...put in a T...thatʼs you
Fall back, this cat does not chirp
Look up..yup, yup...yup,yup. Look up..yup, they found you...yup, yup. Look up..yup, they found you...birdʼs eye view looks down on you. Look up..yup, they found you...birdʼs eye view looks down on you
[Verse 2 - Turbo T. Double]
Itʼs a two way street but they can go see the highway
Cause I am not Smokey off of Friday
You wonʼt find me in a coupe full of birds long as I know I have control over my nerves
Cause I know birds fly like a dope boyʼs duffle bag falling out a helicopter
Dude, these birds make me so sick, I get bird flu, somebody tell the doctor
This needs to be fixed, this needs to switched like (car switch sfx)
When Iʼm in the birdʼs spotlight, everywhere I turn birds suddenly appear like Iʼm a Big Worm
To feed their appettie but so far I just feed them through the mic by serving them cold bars
If you and your boy think yaʼll wonʼt see them? Believe me, they can get you annnnnd him
Look up..yup, yup...yup,yup. Look up..yup, they found you...yup, yup. Look up..yup, they found you...birdʼs eye view looks down on you. Look up..yup, they found you...birdʼs eye view looks down on you
[Verse 3 - Turbo T. Double]
If you ainʼt heard, the bird bird bird, the birds the word
The bird bird bird, the birds the word but if the bird disturbs kick a bird to the curb
Side talking is tossed to the sidewalk
When they speak all I hear is concrete - nothing
This beat is for them, in the booth this track is Mother Goose
And Iʼm stepping on the quack (crack) in the back of their hearts
Until their heart aches and when their heart breaks, I give them a band-aid
Saylen brings the aid of the beat, see the music sets the mood just right
Uh Birds are like kryptonite and on the mic Iʼm like Superman
So hopefully when I talk, I can make a fly bird walk like the Soulja Boy dance - Shoot!
Look up..yup, yup...yup,yup. Look up..yup, they found you...yup, yup. Look up..yup, they found you...birdʼs eye view looks down on you. Look up..yup, they found you...birdʼs eye view looks down on you