S**t on me

S**t on me 
Little bird
S**t on me.

I see your blue wings waving
As you soar above me
Or maybe you’re a robin 
But that’s all you have on me,

Besides the s**t you leave.

So s**t on me
Little bird
S**t. 

And in my pocket you will see
A gun with my name
And my face in front 
The triggers fame.

So s**t on me 
little bird 
Prove my life isn’t far
From your behind.