Patience Price - Birds текст песни

Birds flying high
Almost touch the sky.

Ya, this is a slow one
I'm feeling so high from
the smoke makes... and the sweat from the game!
That gets played with my name, gotta maintain control
Then I stop maintaining, but this phone never seem to stop ringing
So I keep singing from time...
It's hard when it rains, it reminds me of things that I'm so far gone
Am I drill now?
Remember, I've been asleep since December
Now it is June, I'm leaving the room cause I'm on very soon!
Gotta go, blessed off, it's another one
I'm thanking God for the summer sun
Cause we thought it might be forever...
I gotta find my ways and catch her breath!

Birds flying high
Almost touch the sky.

I fell like I speak easy, late night
You happen to see my flipping channels, just stop by
Need a chance to speak, nobody listening
A chance to re-win, nobody's playing!
Got friends... milligram addictions
My whole town is on a notice of...
I move around like a whisper, you can hear me now
But can't quite make it out
They come on...
And then I stop, maintaining
And this... turns stress on my brain

But I still wait around like I ain't got shit to do
So untrue, got so much to do
And time, only thing I can't change
No matter which way the piece is out of your range
I think it's just about time for me to find my wings.
Gotta find that mother fucking breeze!

Birds flying high
Almost touch the sky.

And for ..I'll find the things that bring all the trouble right around me
It seems without the trouble, and it is...
So the trouble I need but what's been troubling me?
On the same spots, on the same shots
On the same shit, on the same...
Singing my name, stop!
I'm a myth, I'm a gift you could get every day
I'm hoping to pray, I don't remember how
I just open my mouth
Watch the words come out
I don't know if they get it, will they mind if I spit it?
Mean no disrespect, that's just the way it was written
So the record gets spit in!
I'm in love with imperfection
I was moving in the right direction
And then all of a sudden like it was watching
The breeze comes along, and there is no stopping...

Birds flying high
Almost touch the sky.