Birdland

[Intro: Ben Beal]
(J)
(If I, if I)
(Ca-caw!)

[Chorus: Ben Beal]
If I were to fly, I don't think you’d see me again
My momma tried to wake me up but I'm not leavin' my bed
We got time, so we should waste it
We got time, for celebration
If we were to leave, I don’t think they will see
Need new air to breathe, somewhere in the trees
Somewhere in between
Don't wake me up, but let the birds chirp

[Verse 1: Ben Beal]
I'm stuck between NY and DC
Always making noise so the birdcalls just soothe me
Sampling your motherfucking parents, bitch, sue me
My life is like a movie
Dark night at the auroras
Why the bullets flying through me?
The suburbs, the Birdland
Ride bikes with no hands
Riker's Island for a gram
Lose brain cells to slow jams
Shattered elbows on driveways
I was jumpin' off the wine crates
Broken wrist and hockey rinks
I'm faded, need to hydrate

[Verse 2: Chester Watson]
Yo, mad minimalist
Simple but they say I'm like a chemist with it
Slightest flick of the wrist
Some Bruce Lee shit
I really need to cop a few more books to read
A studious heathen
I was raised a Christian, I party with demons
I spark, trying to reason
Throw Nebulous on
Niggas starin' at my girl like where your etiquette, son
Got me starin’ at the world like is it ready for
Is it ready for anything beneficial
You should worry bout when you die who’s gonna miss you
Did you change a life or take yours for granted
Sometimes the spiritual got a bit more advantage
We gon' get there got a bit more to plan
Shit is rocky life’s terrain just a thick quartz and sand
Learn to hover over that in Birdland

[Chorus: Ben Beal]
If I were to fly, I don't think you'd see me again
My momma tried to wake me up but I'm not leavin’ my bed
We got time, so we should waste it
We got time, for celebration
If we were to leave, I don't think they will see
Need new air to breathe, somewhere in the trees
Somewhere in between
Don't wake me up, but let the birds chirp