Early Bird Interlûde by Kwe the Artist Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Look
Ceiling fan woke me up with another year added today
Don't know about no zodiac signs, judge as you're made
The signs that I've been feeling telling me not to abide by that octagon shape that causes halts to one's stride, woah
On the pursuit of green, so I go
'Til I blew in the face and cripple to the toes
Tonight we losin' control like we runnin' out of batteries
'Cept I'm fully charged up, a nigga might get locked for battery
(Fuck the FED's nigga!)
Movin' towards anything that entice
Might hit the plug for the shoes, I ain't spend funds on a flight
If I did, me and my niggas up in Paris on some Ye shit
Poppin' bottles of that Dussé on some Jay shit
Really just hit up AP, last minute, late shit
And wake up early next day faded in Vegas
So first, let me get the hell up out these feels
Continue to vision, build to turn these thrills into mills so I
[Verse 2]
Hop out the motherfucking bag (Shit!)
Early bird gets the word, mad
I been in the field and earn my stripes for my keys
When I get my money high, that shit gon' feel like ecstasy, nigga
Always actin' bigger
Shakin' up the Richter
I'm 'bout to pull the trigger
Ain't no more wasting time
I'm out my mind
And the dog gots to shine
Man, the first word is mine, baby
[Outro]
Man, check that boy out on the speaker tube
Yeah, yeah
That shit hard right there
That's stupid, man
Get you right
Put that bitch in the park, serve that bitch up
Bang, y'all
Yes sir!
You got yourself a early, cooking, 'sation
I'm tellin' you, dawg
Look
Ceiling fan woke me up with another year added today
Don't know about no zodiac signs, judge as you're made
The signs that I've been feeling telling me not to abide by that octagon shape that causes halts to one's stride, woah
On the pursuit of green, so I go
'Til I blew in the face and cripple to the toes
Tonight we losin' control like we runnin' out of batteries
'Cept I'm fully charged up, a nigga might get locked for battery
(Fuck the FED's nigga!)
Movin' towards anything that entice
Might hit the plug for the shoes, I ain't spend funds on a flight
If I did, me and my niggas up in Paris on some Ye shit
Poppin' bottles of that Dussé on some Jay shit
Really just hit up AP, last minute, late shit
And wake up early next day faded in Vegas
So first, let me get the hell up out these feels
Continue to vision, build to turn these thrills into mills so I
[Verse 2]
Hop out the motherfucking bag (Shit!)
Early bird gets the word, mad
I been in the field and earn my stripes for my keys
When I get my money high, that shit gon' feel like ecstasy, nigga
Always actin' bigger
Shakin' up the Richter
I'm 'bout to pull the trigger
Ain't no more wasting time
I'm out my mind
And the dog gots to shine
Man, the first word is mine, baby
[Outro]
Man, check that boy out on the speaker tube
Yeah, yeah
That shit hard right there
That's stupid, man
Get you right
Put that bitch in the park, serve that bitch up
Bang, y'all
Yes sir!
You got yourself a early, cooking, 'sation
I'm tellin' you, dawg