Not really Z - Red Birds lyrics

"Red Birds" by Z [Now waiting for public transit] (Verse 1) Cross dreams with a piece of mind Them clean streets need a curb, then you'll see it lines up right? You look good in them 3-d gla**es We're all paper cutouts without them, get to walking around That old window; you winded yet? I sent a check and a letter - forgot the address A rock to padlock, pocket your past effort I followed you half-steppin'; the first to break even Yep... Treated slots as a constant Pairing Black & white together, 'til it's obvious But look man, I'm a lobbyist I've got a place to yell, and I know the cost to switch So don't wait for me.. don't worry, I got it It ain't selfish if I do it on my own And I made the me, that never worded you proper Call back for them 5-4-3-2 dial tones (Bridge) So throw that, overlay away I can tell you wouldn't go back Photographs will fade and You don't need to know (Hook) I would, walk along the graves of Everything you say 'cause I don't need a phoenix to figure out How to wake up Wake up with it Don't take much to run it; we got them singin' like La la-la-la, la-la la l-la Sayin' pardon my cardinal, c-cardinal yeah (Verse 2) Don't cross that shadow with me, nah A half-addict, back at it with Pete Rock Now I won't tell you the category that we fall Think of Blackbird with a level-headed key card - though. Far-fetched the bar set Wake up in the morning like, "We in New York yet?" A sore neck sells, and a new watch works It's last letter like you knew mine first, haha (hold up) Them ain't dead words, those are red birds Setting beds to cement, until your head hurts Sit down, split how, you give out Fitted crowns, the crutch reads, kick now Feeling like the first bars from 'Lost Ones' Without a seventh floor penthouse to fall from Oh well, put a compa** to chest And stay late on my monthly rent, then let 'em know like (Bridge[quietly]) (Hook)