and I can play the healer Shit is only gettin' realer, baby haven't you heard That the bird, bird, bird, yes the bird is the word It go one for the trebble
The evening falls on Padre Island Something is wrong, the birds don?t fly They sit quietly in the sand dunes And watch the sky They seem to know someone
spines Attaching hands to floor The rosy-tinted flash The hot dog's getting cold And you'll never be as good as the Rolling Stones Watch the birds in
Fellas, yeah A brand new funk Tell us about it Brand new funk If you wanna get down with a bird This is the way you do it Walk up and rap to her Put
no sorrow, yeah! All and all you see a-gwan Is to fight against Rastaman. So they build their world in great confusion To force on us the devil's illusion. But the stone
Sitting in my glass house While your ghost is sleeping down the hall Watching little birds fly Kamikaze missions into the walls Think I'm gonna stay in
ll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die Now, for ten years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rolling stone But that's not
?s the way the cracker crumbles So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams I?m wild just like a rock, a stone, a tree I?m free just like the wind the
out into the big green meadow. On the branch of a big tree sat a little bird. ``All is quiet'', said the bird. ``Holy cow! A talking bird!'', thought
is me, it is the epitome of extraterrestrial energy Experiment and enter the internals of the inner me The art of gone, and heart of stone, and own's
do it big, (Verse) Its what i do , its how i live , fifty thousand a day, god damn i did it big , bro i do this shit, picking yellow stones, vanilla
bird has to fly At some point every rose has to die It?s hard to let your children go, leave home Where they go? Who knows Getting drunk, getting stoned
out loud Until the day is ending And the birds are silent in the branches And the insects are courting in the bushes And by the shores heavy stones
Everybody took everything that they could And they made a little town out of stones and out of wood, And they made a little king out of plastercine, And
I took advantage of you a stepping stone to my pedestal When you had enough of it I said fine good luck replacing this Cause I seem strong and independent
Hit up the bottle Scored us the finest herb Jumped aboard that rolling stone Took to the sky like a bird Now the wheels are in full spin We're off to
shine like the sun on a beautiful mornin' Sing to the Heavens like a church bell ringin' Fight with the Devil and go down swingin' Fly like a bird roll like a stone
riverside Young life, turned left, we back over the riverside Blood played for stone gem that's when I told him and Jim We ain't ballin for real, where's the stone