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• Artiste: Anderson Paak
• Titre: The Bird
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A bird with the word came to me The sweetness of a honeycomb tree And now my luck was taking over me Couldn't fake it if I wanted to I had to wake up just to make it through I got my patience and I'm making do I learned my lessons from the ancient roots I choose to follow what the greatest do A bird with a word came to me The sweetness of a honeycomb tree And now I look, what's taking over me Couldn't fake it if I wanted to I had to wake up, just to make it through I got my patience and I'm making do I learned my lessons from the ancient roots I choose to follow what the greatest do I'm repping for the longest cycle, mmm My uncles had to pay the cost, mmm My sister used to sing to Whitney, mmm My mama caught the gambling bug, mmm We came up in a lonely castle, mmm My papa was behind them bars, mmm We never had to want for nothing, mmm Said all we ever need is love, mmm We see the same things Oh-oh-oh We sing the same songs Oh-oh-oh We feel the same grief Oh-oh-oh Bleed the same blood You grew up in the home beside me I always had a friend to call How could I make it here without you? Mmm I pray I leave before you're gone A bird with a word came to me The sweetness of a honeycomb tree And now I look, what's taking over me Couldn't fake it if I wanted to I had to wake up, just to make it through I got my patience and I'm making do I learned my lessons from the ancient roots I choose to follow what the greatest do A bird with a word came to me The sweetness of a honeycomb tree And now I look, what's taking over me Couldn't fake it if I wanted to I had to wake up, just to make it through I got my patience and I'm making do I learned my lessons from the ancient roots I choose to follow what the greatest do Hey, my little youth is crying I'm almost home, almost home Look no further riots, mmm Working my fingers to the bone See I do the best I can, mmm Mama was a farmer, mmm Papa was a gonner, mmm