Cutta Chase – Birds Of A Feather Lyrics
Lyrics
Verse 1
- I've been dreaming bout my gran man its hurting my mind
- Man im feeling like im pan man, im searching the skys
- Learning to fly, i skipped church learning the whys
- Birds in the sky, shit hurts when the perfect shit dies
- Its like the pain never settles but we firm it together
- N the rain never settles, in the worst of the weather
- Birds of a feather, we chilling so we burn it together
- Its like school i never listened but i learnt for the better
- N better is big, but never to the cleverest kid,
- I guess theres logic then theres gossip then theres tellin a fib,
- Theres telling it true, but truths only gelling with you,
- Coz your truth aint the truth when theres ten in a room,
- Theres telly n tunes to trigger things setting the mood
- N when the telly aint flickering but its getting the views
- Its getting it through but puppets like hanging when there strung up,
- Gipetto aint as mellow, when he's snapping coz youve fucked up,
verse 2
- Passion over fashion man the lurchers landed,
- Chatting over rapping this is verbal damage
- Ive been tapping into words n language
- N bout slacking, ive been rapping since the furby landed
- Herbie antics, the bugs by the flag swerving
- Herbs are handpicked, buds by the bag burning
- Blunt biller, ima killer if we seed sampling,
- We grafting, spitting whilst the beats blasting
- We laughing chilling in the green garden,
- Weed sparking, kicking whilst we reach stardom
- Catch me parting all these locusts like im ray mear,
- Or catch me parring all these poets like im shakespeare,
- Wait here, coz rappers on the wagon like we all pushing,
- All shoogin man are jamming like some small cushions
- Small bookings, got some rappers on some big headings
- Ive been rapping since illmatic man this shits deaded,
verse 3
- So rhymings the recipe
- Passion over fashion, all the grindings just for penny sweets
- Spent time working for my earnings tryna get it clean
- Money makes the world go around,who you telling please'
- Let it be mind soul body tryna let it free
- Zen n peace little bit of weed man im gettin lean
- Stubble n no sleep, logic over gossip man you dossers just go sleep
- So deep dreamings got me visioning some different shit
- Limitless, thinking about my wishes quick
- And i wording for no women or no cheap pleasure,
- Im writing verses coz my nerves release to beats better,
- I sleep better when my weeds cheddar,
- Cheese seller, break it down like a seed shreddar
- Cutta with a skud ina hand, money in the dufflebug,
- Mad about this music time to come in with a fucking bang'
- Fuck a gang, fuck funny fuckers, this is cutta slang
- Fuck a band, fuck dummy suckers, this is fucking bamn!
- N money aint the matter man,
- Same time ive been tryna cut it with my camera man
- Understand! i've been tryna get it whilst i fucking can,
- Understand, ive been tryna get it coz i fucking can
- And certain man are fronting for the camera man
- Fuck the tugging man your fucking witha caravan