BITE - Baird

Baltimore Oriole

Turn it up

Alright

If it’s something wrong, I can make it right

And you’re too stressed for a summer night

We could roll a broom, we can take a flight

We could get it right

Yeah, I’m all bark, but you’re all bite

And you look good in the yellow light

With a cool breeze on a clear night

We could get it right

Look

I threw my phone out the window

While I was riding an airplane

Hard drives in my carry-on

In the Clouds, I got no space

But it’s in a .zip

Let you know when I finish it

And, man, I give a shit what the suits say

I could mix and master in one day

But I swear the kid is a bozo

Got a mind in the ozone

Walk with my head in the sound clouds

I’m in 2020 playing Shlohmo

But I swear to God I got a new sound

No more running from the words now

So I sing with my chest to make my mama proud

Before the hook comes back around