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7amofficial - bird cage lyrics

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i went from nothing to money and money to nothing
and nothing to money again
i went from homeless to living and living niceness
niceness to privilege and privilege to sh-t
the sidewalk. i sketch the people i knew
the transparency of the death and this view
uhhh
my own blood don’t wanna f-cking call me
all these fake people think i won’t call it now
oh
you the irony in the ironic
whoo, sorry, but the warm ups over
i came from material darkness
i heard that you bartered your heart here
i hear that you’re looking for more here
the furnace just burned up your garbage
now take off your socks and running the room stalking
provocitive things that you didn’t find harmless
i found a bag of food out in the street and i’m feeding a starving artist

hook:
i’m a lay awake here n put my feet down
wake up in a morning, empty out a new sound
walk around and do what i want in his place now
built a fortune without rap. i’m coming back for rounds

verse

you’re sitting there trafficking. i f-cked you up in plain sight
i kept it. so private and privately never share’n nothing with everybody i hide it
now peekaboo. motherf-cker. you see my fans
and you don’t understand how i got my cash
and i stack the nucleolus and i crash
collaborations and the atoms at hand
my talent proceeds the notions of of what these people thought of me
now. i came here living in a fur coat in a heating in some ocean dreams
the summer that i catch will be the summer that they’ll never seea
now i packed up a sleeping bag and waited for them to catch their zzz

wait. nah. i’m all alone here
but i got some hope here
you challenge the game
and now you’re out voted
and now that all follow come along and sing along to all my harmonies
a water all the properties and now i got your girl’s panties wet

hook:
and i’m a lay awake here n put my feet down
wake up in a morning, empty out a new sound
walk around and do what i want in his place now
built a fortune without rap
and i’m coming back for rounds

i don’t write stories anymore
if you want those go find a book
and i came with a group of people and a serman to help you understand how bad it hurt
the drum will kick and i’ll eliminate every motherf-cker that wanna play
i’ll give you refunds on the proof of the purchase because you just made a big mistake
i came a long way from arkansa riding on a dead man
i play my arms and chase to try to find my way
just to get the last laugh
i sat in my saddle and ran into sp-ce
i built a gold bird cage out of all my vain
i stappled the envelope back to my name
the paper clips facing the copies. i saved
an ima take one big leap off the top
keep it constant well its running cuz it never turns off
sign em all with a burner and the bonus of a glock
and i come for the runs of ya chains and ya knots
cause that ain’t no stoppin. this sh-t ain’t propagandis
cuz it’s you versus me and all of this slander
and i’m pop shots at the lacks of ya adjetives
and i might have a big old blast with this
your aggressive and p-ssive. you hold it inside and try to act like you can handle this sh-t magic
and ima stab at everything you got
i take over things and i overcome
your stomach will puncture
i’ll be the hunter
the rush of murky decisions that come up
the fall of em all
and i love it

hook:
and i’m a lay awake here n put my feet down
wake up in a morning, empty out a new sound
walk around and do what i want in his place now
built a fortune without rap. i’m coming back for rounds
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- 7amofficial lyrics

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