Birds

Well, I see your lips start moving

Spitting out some kind of poison through them

So come on, give me all you got now, bird

So come on, why you holding back your words?

Always a mess

You wanna change how I'm thinking

Well, change me around

I'm all yours, I'm all yours

So come on, give it to me good now, bird

So come on, why you holding back your words?

Whoa, whoa

I gotta get back, yeah, back to the West Coast

Whoa, whoa

Oh, I'll miss, yeah, I'll miss your face though

So I won't even say that with you I couldn't fake it

Whoa, whoa

Now it's your eyes that move and

Cutting through me for some damn reason

So come on, give me all you got now, bird

So come on, you know I've seen your worst

Now I'm a mess

I gotta change how I'm thinking

Well, change me around

I'm all yours, I'm all yours

So come on, give me all you got now, bird

So come on, you know I've seen your worst

Whoa, whoa

I gotta get back, yeah, back to the West Coast

Whoa, whoa

Oh, I'll miss, yeah, I'll miss your face though

So I won't even say that with you I couldn't fake it

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

I gotta get back, back to the West Coast

Oh, I'll miss, yeah, I'll miss your face though

I gotta get back, back to the West Coast

Oh, I'll miss, yeah, I'll miss your face though