No matter what's in your pocket,
they'll take the crumbs out your wallet.
These birds are selfish, all about them.
No stressin'. They aren't all around 10s.
If I don't feed 'em I get no attention.
Slow progression, but no known affection.
Sometimes I throw the bait,
underhand for my shoulder's sake.
Cold or baked if you aint got it,
they'll take it off ya homey's plate.
These birds are real savages.
Orange peels, cabbage.
Wide beaks and ugly faces.
Eating off of muddy places.
They'll do anything when you give them anything.
It's not me they want.
It's the cheese, seeds and nuts.
Over by the water and pavilion.
Hopefully wont squander my position.
Watching these ducks sunbathe,
filthy hair and a lot of gum space.
Protruding stomachs and webbed feet.
Only act friendly when you let the set eat.
These birds roam the park.
I feel bad if one stole ya heart.
Our feelings dont matter.
Birds need to eat and I got the boneless platter.
They'll leave us in a second.
Deceive me into guessing,
that they cared and that's not the case,
but I still toss the grapes across the lake.
Man, these ducks are fucking dickheads.
They only walk up if you come with bread.
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Corny Boys
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