The Birds Call

Yea you know I'm on cloud nine Too young be down bad When I'm not from the south side Hard times We live in the dry times Like life's recipe's In a cook book By Popeyes I'm closing it I open it Need a few ingredients A lil seasoning, with trauma drama To spice up my life to even it out No time to be messing around Know my heart fragile I shouldn't be pouring it out Touring it round And the music man I should jus be facing it But I been doing everything I can To get away from it Praying my lazy ways and procrastination Unnecessary psychological fascination Won't start erasing it now Nah, The time i spent The love I gift The pain I will The hell I been cutting my way through Like Will love show Only God knows I'm hopin so Will I fold Like street tacos I'm growing tho Will I fly free With the birds and bees Holding me On they wings Like God's trustees I'm holdin on Ah, I can't let nobody Traumatize me to silence I won't let a broken heart Make me an island I can't let one night Ruin my whole life Jus cause what I thought was love Had me misguided I'm fighting it Trynna be patient Bump that Marley on rotation Cause at times I ain't holding on for nobody and nothing at all And yet I'm hanging on for all the above Knowin deep down in my heart They'll only care if I fall I could stay mad about the situation Swing on the pole And when my fingers slip Who do I call? Gave up on a phone I never rang In exchange For the angels that sang And now I'm the one that feel entitled Don't want no rivals When the birds call me Ima be free, front row seat Stressing like Will love show Only God knows I'm hopin so Will I fold Like street tacos I'm growing tho Will I fly free With the birds and bees Holding me On they wings Like God's trustees I'm holdin on