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This goes out to Tyto, brave, young, supple. The first of two parts, the second song on my third attempt at my second album.
lyrics
This is a verse or a poem about owls
About the animals without a scowl
Dry their feathers without a towel
About the birds more fabulous than the bey, Mrs. Knowles
A poem, a verse that's the opposite of shallow
If you wanna throw dirt on it here's a trowel
Reverend Bo and I are just gonna keep putting in the hours
Yeah, we drop EPs with humor value
Even though they don't want to date me,
When owls see me their heads do a one-eighty
A three-sixty, you with me?
Out here acting ditzy
I'll go wherever this beat will take me.
We make heat,
We slay beats
Owls up high see you running swoop down,
No need to wonder, they eat.
I'm from New Jersey, there's horned owls here
Screech owls, barn owls, more owls here
Love each owl, farm owls, scores of owls near
Play this on surround sound there's four owls here
We've got prey around now, like four mammals here
NJ and Scotland, the north owl ear
Never know when we'll strike with that heat that you like,
Yeah, we got you living in more-owl fear.
We got you living in more-owl fear.
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