[Intro - Birdman] This year for the money homeboy Money, money, money train nigga It's like we done balled till we falled, and we done falled till we
(chorus) She's a dirty birdie, she's so flirty Coming out the house looking all nice and purty She's a whirly girly, she don't get up early She like
If I was a bird I would fly high over the world Come home at night to your garden Build a nest among the branches And I'll comb your hair with my beak
in the middle of the night and go But thinking back I do remember faintly that I told you so I told you I was like a bird a free and wild and restless
my soul (My bird sings sweetly) No vintage wine, designer clothes (My bird sings sweetly) Shakespeare's sonnets leave me cold (My bird sings sweetly, my bird
flying Of the bee of the bird of the moth You can't walk, you can't ramble 'cause you're gonna have to scramble From the bee of the bird of the moth
I'm so tired of the phone, baby I don't like the tone The way we say I love you, a thousand times We say those words But we can't look into each others
the middle of the night and go But thinking back I do remember faintly that I told you so I told you I was like a bird a free and wild and restless
Battle flag in the bassinet Oil and blood on the bayonet Crowded downtown, hit the floor What are we fighting for? What are we fighting for? The world
and give it to her, you know it's now or never" Yeah, the birds in your garden have all started singing this song My father never told me About the birds
, indolent, de dresser ma banniA?re par delA les frontiA?res de la croyance puissance et souffrance sont les armes qui achA?veront ma vengeance a songless bird
que nous Des oiseaux qui sont fous Et moi dans mes reves en noir et en couleurs Je fais le tour des fleurs There are gardens that are only waiting for us Birds
et les mots Qui chantent dans ma tete Je veux les chanter pour vous Images and words That sing in my head I want to sing them for you Tous mes maneges Mes
, sans issue de secours Et nos braises rouges se consomment a leur tour Earth, Sanctuary land, on your velvet skin Slide the again and the always Earth, Promised land, birds
MES: What I want to know is why don't real bands with real singers that don't go round explaining themselves. That's right go ahead, get ahead with your
de rien besoin d'chien d'garde de boxer ca boxe hard pour etre dans l'boxoffice frere les senoritas mattent mes walabees et mes royalties et m'disent