Birds Of San Francisco

The birds of San Francisco

 

Helplessly float on away

We wishfully wait for those days To come back our way

When the sun, closed his eyes, and before long we realized

The night was young, but so were we, so we got dunk and smoked some weed Sang them songs, with them birds, flying high as the whiskey burns

Oh my god, who are we, we are exactly who we're supposed to be We ain't losing yesterday, like our old man said

Runnin loose in the city, smoking candy cigarettes Candy cigarettes

When it rains I get confused, this ain't no California blue skies

And when my phone rings I hope it's you, but you haven't called in a long time SINCE THE SUN, closed his eyes, and before long we realized

The night was young, but so were we, so we got dunk and smoked some weed Sang them songs, with them birds, flying high as the whiskey burns

Oh my god, who are we, we are exactly who we're supposed to be We ain't losing yesterday, like our old man said

Runnin loose in the city, smoking candy cigarettes Candy cigarettes