Birds Of A Feather Lyrics

Birds Of A Feather by Cutta Chase

• I've been dreaming bout my gran man its hurting my mind
• Man im feeling like im pan man, im searching the skys
• Learning to fly, i skipped church learning the whys
• Birds in the sky, shit hurts when the perfect shit dies
• Its like the pain never settles but we firm it together
• N the rain never settles, in the worst of the weather
• Birds of a feather, we chilling so we burn it together
• Its like school i never listened but i learnt for the better
• N better is big, but never to the cleverest kid,
• I guess theres logic then theres gossip then theres tellin a fib,
• Theres telling it true, but truths only gelling with you,
• Coz your truth aint the truth when theres ten in a room,
• Theres telly n tunes to trigger things setting the mood
• N when the telly aint flickering but its getting the views
• Its getting it through but puppets like hanging when there strung up,
• Gipetto aint as mellow, when he's snapping coz youve fucked up,

• Passion over fashion man the lurchers landed,
• Chatting over rapping this is verbal damage
• Ive been tapping into words n language
• N bout slacking, ive been rapping since the furby landed
• Herbie antics, the bugs by the flag swerving
• Herbs are handpicked, buds by the bag burning
• Blunt biller, ima killer if we seed sampling,
• We grafting, spitting whilst the beats blasting
• We laughing chilling in the green garden,
• Weed sparking, kicking whilst we reach stardom
• Catch me parting all these locusts like im ray mear,
• Or catch me parring all these poets like im shakespeare,
• Wait here, coz rappers on the wagon like we all pushing,
• All shoogin man are jamming like some small cushions
• Small bookings, got some rappers on some big headings
• Ive been rapping since illmatic man this shits deaded,

• So rhymings the recipe
• Passion over fashion, all the grindings just for penny sweets
• Spent time working for my earnings tryna get it clean
• Money makes the world go around,who you telling please'
• Let it be mind soul body tryna let it free
• Zen n peace little bit of weed man im gettin lean
• Stubble n no sleep, logic over gossip man you dossers just go sleep
• So deep dreamings got me visioning some different shit
• Limitless, thinking about my wishes quick
• And i wording for no women or no cheap pleasure,
• Im writing verses coz my nerves release to beats better,
• I sleep better when my weeds cheddar,
• Cheese seller, break it down like a seed shreddar
• Cutta with a skud ina hand, money in the dufflebug,
• Mad about this music time to come in with a fucking bang'
• Fuck a gang, fuck funny fuckers, this is cutta slang
• Fuck a band, fuck dummy suckers, this is fucking bamn!
• N money aint the matter man,
• Same time ive been tryna cut it with my camera man
• Understand! i've been tryna get it whilst i fucking can,
• Understand, ive been tryna get it coz i fucking can
• And certain man are fronting for the camera man
• Fuck the tugging man your fucking witha caravan

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