Birdland - Ben Beal, Chester Watson

If I were to fly, I don’t think you’d see me again

My momma tried to wake me up but I’m not leavin' my bed

We got time, so we should waste it

We got time, for celebration

If we were to leave, I don’t think they will see

Need new air to breathe, somewhere in the trees

Somewhere in between

Don’t wake me up, but let the birds chirp

I’m stuck between NY and DC

Always making noise so the birdcalls just sue me

Sampling your motherfucking parents, bitch, sue me

My life is like a movie

Dark night at the auroras

Why the bullets flying through me?

The suburbs, the birdland

Ride bikes with no hands

Rikers Island for a gram

Lose brain cells to slow jams

Shattered elbows on driveways

I was jumpin' off the wine crates

Broken wrist and hockey rings

I’m faded, need to hydrate

Yo, mad minimalist

Simple but they say I’m like a chemist with it

Slightest flick of the wrist

Some Bruce Lee with the shit

I really need to cop a few more books to read

A studious heathen

I was raised a Christian I party with demons

I spark trying to reason

Throw Nebulous on

Niggas starin' at my girl like where your etiquette son

Got me starin' at the world like is it ready for

Is it ready for anything beneficial

You should worry bout when you die who’s gonna miss you

Did you change a life or take yours for granted

Sometimes the spiritual got a bit more advantage

We gon' get there got a bit more to plan

Shit is rocky life’s terrain just a thick quartz and sand

Learn to hover over that in Berlin

If I were to fly, I don’t think you’d see me again

My momma tried to wake me up but I’m not leavin' my bed

We got time, so we should waste it

We got time, for celebration

If we were to leave, I don’t think they will see

Need new air to breathe, somewhere in the trees

Somewhere in between

Don’t wake me up, but let the birds chirp