Terrance Moore - Birds lyrics

[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** quick, you should recognize I'm bound to make it, while you f**ing with them other guys Damn, 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 s**ed But we kept chilling at my pad hoping we might f** 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** is f**ed 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**, I don't know who you f**ing 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**ing sick, to be loving this sh**, 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