Tekster:
Burning Heads Little Bird

I don't know what I like I don't even know what I want Like a little bird who can't seem to fly like a little bird

heads high after disaster [Hook] When the levees broke when the planes hit whats going on ma nigga, the same shit After Katrina, after the towers We holds our heads

was very different tonight 'Cause he was not human, he was not human The little boy's face lit up with such a naked joy That the sun burned around his

bird flamethrow, Overthrow, takeover, Name known around the globe. King Cobra poison slow, Fang jungle overgrown. Wu Tang, Ghostface, Alchemist killin this song. Feelin famous, chop heads

parties concerned, it's time to live it and learn Until we're able to grow, forever bridges we burn My thoughts free as a bird, that's just about to emerge

it little pebbles and crack. what? you got a bag of jawbreakers mixed with dirt. why is it that every time i smoke my nose bleed and head hurt? i aint

stop, To the bang bang boogie yo they like to gang bang but rookies ain't the only ones that dropped Some say the little locs are gettin a little too

our heads and around our spines Cooling off the burning floor The morning's breaking woke us long enough We were sure we could see The whole of some older birds

was very different tonight 'Cause he was not human, he was not human The little boy's face lit up with such a naked joy That the sun burned around his