Текст песни Uncle Birds (feat. Ryan Campbell) - Sam Lachow feat. Ryan Campbell

Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
(Ooh) okay

It wasn't pretty, and I don't know what it is
But the sun sets and I become different (uh)
In some minute (ah), I'm done runnin' from one city to one
Tell the law (yeah) if they want me, then come get me
If I was to give ya one nitty-bitty piece of advice
It'd be to (whoo) lie to police 'til they read you your rights (ah-ha)
It's not a single receipt or a piece they can find
And it's harder to keep, but it's easy to hide

I'm easy to find, I'm where I'm always at (yeah)
A little older, got a cramp in my shoulder and lower back, uh (ah)
When the money and the marriage overlap
I told her, "Bring me that Toyota back with Arizona tags" (uh)
And eeny, eeny, miny, Motorola fold in half
30 seconds on the phone, it's 30 extra on the tab
I don't wanna go and see it, I don't even know who asked
All they needed for conspiracy is a single photograph

(Ooh) la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
(Ooh) ain't nobody else's (oh-oh)

Uh, I've been often told I kinda got a John Travolta vibe (ah)
I told him kindly, "Would you specify which role and why?"
Either way, I'm very honored, uh
Just don't compare me to Aaron Rodgers (ah, ooh)
I'm rarely bothered, but lately something's been keeping me up
It's funny, you'd think there's money, be reason enough
But one thing is for certain (ah)
They don't peek through the curtains (ah)
The phone rings on the first and the 15th of the month (oh-oh)

So let's keep it a buck (okay), uh
I could probably sell a fucking tree to a stump
And I can sell an Eskimo a coat
I could sell a dial tone to a phone (oh-oh, I know), uh

I could sell a clone of myself to myself
So I could really just be knowin' myself, uh
Give him a hug and get a hold of myself
And then return him when I'm over myself (ah)

And I'm into expensive habits
Dinners in linen jackets (yeah)
Summers in Barcelona
Spent the winters in Aspen (whoo)
I'm international, tell him whatever happens
Never return to sender, you give him a different address

Minimal interactions (ooh), don't tell, never ask (cha-cha)
I learned quick (ah) to limit the chitter chat (cha-cha-cha-chat)
Light a fire (ooh), turn every last bit of it into ash
I feel like (oh-oh) every burnt bridge was lit by a Tinder match

And every fire started, tender and light-hearted
Smiles at the bar, pretendin' to like Target
The fun lasts 'til the nights get longer
Said for a scumbag, I'm quite the charmer

(Ooh) I'm proud to say she's mine (ah)
(Ooh) ain't nobody else's (oh-oh)