BIRDS

This is the hard knock anthem Stevie gets what he wants and then he throws a tantrum Stevie never had a job, he sits there being handsome The teachers always looking at 'em say that he a handful But, Stevie didn't care 'cause he was never the example See, I wanna be Stevie The pretty boy who always sees his people on the TV I just wanna be rapper Or rapper wanna be me Sometimes, I am confused by all the messages and retweets, Goddamn This is a toast to the afterlife Take off the after-price and I just might back tonight I am consumed by fiery fumes after noon I'm in the cut, like butterfly coon, can I bloom? Fabricate Fornicate Relocate Decapitate What's my fate? Is it too late? Or can we just high? Can we just get high? Can we just get high? Or can we just be high? Yeah Psychedelic memories is the best Never worried, no stress Got me taking my top off and showing my chest I'm kinda stuck between taking my top off and blowing someones top off, I hate that I cannot control secrets kept But, secrets kept is bomb waiting to end what is left Look at me, I'm a mess Look at me, what the F At least my momma somewhere proud of me You'd think I won the lottery, but nah, I'm just living so she can hope for the best This is a toast to the afterlife Take off the after-price and I just might back tonight I am consumed by fiery fumes after noon I'm in the cut, like butterfly coon, can I bloom? Fabricate Fornicate Relocate Decapitate What's my fate? Is it too late? Or can we just get high? (Higher, higher, higher, higher, higher) Can we just get high? (I'm tired, tired ,tired, tired, tired) Can we just get high? (Higher, higher, higher, higher, higher) Or can we just be high?