Ben Beal and byJ. featuring Chester Watson - Birdland

If I learned to fly
I don't think you'd see me again
My mom would try to wake me up
But I'm not leaving 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 would see
Need new air to breath

Im stuck between NY and DC
Always making noise
So these bird calls just suit me
Sampling your motherfucking parents
Please sue me
My life is like a movie
Dark Knight at the Aurora
Spy 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 jumping off the wine crates
Broken wrists in hockey ricks
I'm fainting, need to hydrate

Written by:
Ben Beal, Chester Watson

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