Can you hear the sound
Of the birds calling? The birds calling?
Can you hear the sound
Of the birds singing?
Still at the top of the game
And I just hopped in that booth
They say, "What's happening, baby?"
They say, "What happened to you?"
Yeah, I've been cocky too
I can talk it, but walk it too
Gettin' high as two cockatoos
If you could, you'd be cocky too
A lot of these dudes hatin'
There's nothing that I can do
'Cause lies be super smooth
The truth too hard to chew
I guess- wanna be heard
Guess- wanna get word
Guess people wanna be right
'Cause- wanna be first
Some- never see their blessings
Really that is the curse
Welcome to Sesame Street
I'm grouchy, I know these big birds
Shopping for newer rides
Purchase, I fly the coop
Birds of a feather flock together
Check the Cullinan roof
I get uncomfortable quick as hiccups, so I'm a recluse
I'ma be truthful, them b- love me like I'm a recruit
Ooh, uh, Ray Allen in spite
Tell Ronson after this album I'm back on '09
My hardest- isn't noted
My balcony's in the clouds
And if cannabis is the vice
Then my vice is a vice, grippin' tight
Read me wrong, read me right and I bet I still cook
Send my guys, send my guys something for books
And every town that I slide in I'm still good
They love me in the Chi, in the Chi like I'm Phil Brooks
I'm Bautista in DC and I be Cena in Boston
When you see me, you see me, but might not see me out busting, yeah
He caught a charge, a hundred G for the law firm
If you beat up a rapper what you gon' see is a song bird
Look, tellin' ass-
Still tippin' it ain't givin' Mike Jones
They givin' out props like that is my go
As I defy logic, see these suicide doors, uh
That's Olubo's type of hot-line
Folarin, top five
I'll holla back when rappers stop lyin', I'm gone
Can you hear the sound
Of the birds calling? The birds calling?
Can you hear the sound
Of the birds singing? (Man, Gorillaz singing about birds)
Can you hear the sound
Of the birds calling? The birds calling? (Yeah, Folarin)
Can you hear the sound (Olu for short)
Of the birds singing?
Yeah, no clothes in the clouds, it is all birds
No sneakers in the sneaker box, all birds
No luggage in the trunk, man, it's all birds
And I ain't going back, I'ma ball first
Ay, all birds
No sneakers in the sneaker box, all birds
It's all birds, I'ma ball first
