A Bad Flying Bird - Sims

I’ve been a real proper bit chomper

Leaning on my locker looking for the glitch

Since forever, never fit

Heavy stepper, filter through the blades for scales

Moccasins are swimming too

Forbidden fruit, they’re kidding you

Just killing all the kid in you

I get into the wildest

Style is off the stylus

Never listened to the mild guiding all these blind pilots

That’s fifty shades of beige

Fifty shades of pumpkin spice

Fifty ways of throwing shade on something bright

I was different

I was surfing on the rain where it’s purple

Only corners cut, making squares into circles

The whole idea was so neutered

Commuter in a stupor suit

OK Computer, stupid future

Well, they’re so removed

Straight out of the catalog

Middle of the mall shit

I came from the battle fog

Analog snake-bit

Just might be the light to impress upon your insight

This is what happens when you feed him after midnight

I want you to say something different for me

Wake up, all you do is play dumb

I want you to say something different for me

Play dumb, but I want you to wake up

I was always too weird for the cool ones

Too smart for the dope ones

Cut bait found woke ones

We made our own, something out the box

Something we could rock

Found some ply, found some parts

No comply, grinding, coping 'til it sparks

Then I used the watts, flipped the future shock to something useful

Before the shoe could drop

Before the coup de grace

Been around since the beta

Made some layups, missed some easy shots

But without the fatal ones

It wouldn’t be the same

Spin cycle spinning bum outs, can’t blame the malaise

But it’s that same lazy blasé that gets 'em hit with the strays

What to say?

What to say?

They’re not thinking anyway

I’m on the case though, separate the flavor from the mayo

Felt like they were on the payroll

Felt like I was getting KO’d

Lights Out Paris that’s my word

I’m a bad flying bird

I’ve flown into some windows, put the air back in the windpipe

This what happens when a bad one goes up in flight

I want you to say something different for me

Wake up, all you do is play dumb

I want you to say something different for me

Play dumb, but I want you to wake up

I put that on my last dying words on this beautiful earth

I’m a bad flying bird

Making it work