Prompt / Lyrics
I remeber Bird feathers I caught a pigeon in september. I was born a master of the air. Horizon lines floating through clouds that dissapear. Anything can happen. But My propellers where the way Push me through the next year. But i learned how to fly. Watched the world through my childs eyes. I was floating through horizon lines. And my heart showed me as a guid. And through the altitude i could climb. To see it better throughout eyes wuth a lid. So many times to understand i had to die. Through the wars and vision blind. Mistakes i made and times to unwind. In the wind I floated through to pretend And saw the truth I ll be back agin. All i needed was a little lift. But all i fou d was memories drift. Propellers spinning Mother fucker I have a gift. I know the way that a feather lifts. I can feel it in my upper lip. And if you scared to jump Ypu just a little bitch. Ten thousand feet Not afraid of a little rip. I ll ride that parachute Hold the rope ans take a grip. But isnt that what living is. Down. Down, down down Till all my sails dip. Hit a sail boat take a dip. "Water from the air. " Dont be sich a hypocrite Frome a child So innocent. Baby bird whats your favorite I know ypu can fly. Sacrificice it all to take a lift. It can be so infinite. Isnt it considerate. To let me go. I remeber Bird feathers I caught a pigeon in september. I was born a master of the air. Horizon lines floating through clouds that dissapear. Anything can happen. But My propellers where the way Push me through the next year. But i learned how to fly. Watched the world through my childs eyes. I was floating through horizon lines. And my heart showed me as a guid. And through the altitude i could climb. To see it better throughout eyes wuth a lid. So many times to understand i had to die. Through the wars and vision blind. Mistakes i made and times to unwind. In the wind I floated through to pretend And saw the truth I ll be back agin. All i needed was a little lift. But all i fou d was memories drift. Propellers spinning Mother fucker I have a gift. I know the way that a feather lifts. I can feel it in my upper lip. And if you scared to jump Ypu just a little bitch. Ten thousand feet Not afraid of a little rip. I ll ride that parachute Hold the rope ans take a grip. But isnt that what living is. Down. Down, down down Till all my sails dip. Hit a sail boat take a dip. "Water from the air. " Dont be sich a hypocrite Frome a child So innocent. Baby bird whats your favorite I know ypu can fly. Sacrificice it all to take a lift. It can be so infinite. Isnt it considerate. To let me go.
Tags
Choirslo-fi, psychedelic, oldies, sunshine, crafted, sub bass, sad slow, experimental, love, chopped and screwed,hip hop
Duration
3:36
Instrumental
No
Created
3/4/2026