DNS (Blue Bird)

[Chorus]
Feel the sun on that winter baby
Feel the sun onnat winter baby
I'm the one I feel amazing
With the gun and it's off the safety
Will I pull it on myself? Maybe

Feel the sun on that winter baby
Feel the sun onnat winter baby
I'm the one I feel amazing
With the gun and it's off the safety
Will I pull it on myself? Maybe

[Verse 1]
I’m so high up off of the ground
Hard to see evil when you stuck in the clouds
And you just everyone to be proud
Feelin’ like a square even though you around

Kids got dreams wake up
Tryna do that hip hop thing
Everybody gotta fuckin’ Slipknot tee
Ain't nobody know what Iowa means

I don’t even mean the state we talkin albums
I don’t need the income nigga I want outcomes
And goals like Messi, gotta shine for the times shit got messy
And if a nigga cross the line then I gotta step in

Risk it all, we all die someday
Work hard, like a fuckin’ pornstar
My Nintendo on the table
Remember when this all was just a fable?

Nigga went from Middlesex to middle of LA
Nigga do the mixes in the middle of the day
And everybody wanna piece of Brandon Masenko
Except for that nigga named Brandon Masenko

[Chorus]
Feel the sun on that winter baby
Feel the sun onnat winter baby
I'm the one I feel amazing
With the gun and it's off the safety
Will I pull it on myself? Maybe

Feel the sun on that winter baby
Feel the sun onnat winter baby
I'm the one I feel amazing
With the gun and it's off the safety
Will I pull it on myself? Maybe

[Verse 2]
Hard to feel sun when everyone shady
Hard to be the one when you feel last place y
Guess I'm just different when all my motives hidden
All of this tension make me wanna good riddance

Destiny, can we hold hands?
I ain’t talkin bout the romance
Stars looking right like can i have this slow dance
Lifes a bitch and she givin niggas no chance

I'm in a bucket with a brother and a cousin
Said we Wanna Ride like Jay Rock and Zaywop
...listening to the glockenspiel
While I stare are at the compartment with the glockenspiel

I’m not for real am i?...
Thinkin bout THAT at a time like THIS
Tryna lift the the pressure every time i write a letter
Tryna end all my endeavors

Tryn to admit my confessions cause
I don't pray at church no more Sorry momma I just don’t know any better
Talkin to myself like “i dont got depression”
“These ain’t problems, why the fuck you stressin”

Go get a fuckin job, go get some fuckin money
Go to the fuckin Round Two, go get some nice ass shoes
Got tell that instagram bitch she’s cute

Cause you feeling lost in Los Angeles, and you
Don’t really know how to handle it but everything is okay right
Cause everyone loves Brandon Masenko
Except for that nigga named Brandon Masenko

[Chorus]
Feel the sun on that winter baby
Feel the sun onnat winter baby
I'm the one I feel amazing
With a gun and it's off the safety
Will I pull it on myself? Yes