Whether two birds of a feather fly or fall, it’ll be together.
Slim Kid Tre, “Otha Fish,” from The Pharcyde’s Bizarre Ryde II the Pharcyde, 1992
Whether two birds of a feather fly or fall, it’ll be together.
Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian,
And now the world around me be gets movin in slow motion
Whenever she happens to walk by, why does the apple of my eye
Overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?
When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag
With an apple for my teacher ‘cause I knew I’d get a kiss.
Always got mad when the class was dismissed.
He doesn’t even suit ya, and he’s surely not your size,
I’m surprised that you slept on a heart that’s worldwide.