Winter Birds
Winter Reflections: Navigating Life's Turbulence Through Melodic Wisdom
Lyrics
Guess niggas forgot how to let the music talk
Expressing frustration with the lack of emphasis on the music itself.
Shut the fuck up, ya’ll boys talk too much
Encouraging others to stop talking excessively and let the music speak.
Wonder why my heart is broke then I couldn’t say
Questioning the reason behind personal heartbreak.
Witnessing’ my vices pull me over had to look away
Avoiding facing personal struggles, represented by vices.
I’m knowin’ that my niggas on the same shit
Acknowledging that friends share similar challenges.
Same old, same old everytime hands shaken
Describing a repetitive pattern of experiences or situations.
Conversation ‘bout conservation
Discussing serious topics, possibly related to environmental conservation.
Somebody save me
Expressing a plea for help or assistance.
Take me to a whole ‘nother place, it’s just
Desiring a significant change or escape from the current situation.
I been on some other shit since just the other day
Indicating a shift in perspective or mindset recently.
Had to pull myself together from that phone call with Ray
Reflecting on a phone conversation and the need for self-recovery.
Now I’m thinkin’ of the days we was young and only stressin’ came from games
Nostalgically recalling carefree days of youth without major concerns.
Now we watchin’ where we drive, it’s lessons in these lanes
Recognizing the importance of being cautious and learning from life experiences.
Don’t swerve, my nigga
Advising against deviating from the chosen path or making impulsive decisions.
And if you do I hope it’s just a curb, my nigga
Hoping that any deviation is minor and doesn't lead to serious consequences.
The tears fly south like a bird in the winter
Describing the emotional impact of tears, likening them to birds flying south in winter.
I said the tears fly south like a bird in the winter
Reiterating the analogy of tears and birds, emphasizing their southward direction.
I refuse like Rosa on the first of December
Declaring a refusal similar to Rosa Parks, possibly against accepting undesirable circumstances.
We was young fuckin’ up
Recalling past mistakes and regrets from youth.
Still hurts I remember
Expressing ongoing pain from past experiences.
Feel blessed still cursed, I’m a sinner
Acknowledging a complex mix of blessings and curses in life.
Don’t ask about my heart bitch it’s broken
Rejecting inquiries about personal emotional struggles.
Stomach turn a little different when you know your family deserves bigger
Feeling a sense of responsibility towards family but unable to provide more.
But this all that you can give ‘em
Acknowledging limitations in what can be offered to one's family.
And it breaks me inside I can’t fix it
Expressing inner turmoil and helplessness in the face of familial needs.
Queens, New York for the weekend, y’all ain’t livin’
Reflecting on a temporary escape to Queens, New York, suggesting a desire for a break.
See a little more when you grow and remain children
Observing more about life as one grows older while maintaining a childlike perspective.
Queens, New York for the weekend, y’all ain’t livin’
Repeating the idea of a weekend in Queens, emphasizing a desire for a temporary escape.
See a little more when you grow and remain children
Reiterating the idea of gaining insights by growing older while staying childlike.
Yea, still children
Emphasizing a continued sense of being youthful or not fully matured.
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