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Yo, you could pull a rabbit out a hat, that's tricky I know where there's twelve thousand birds in a chimney Your kinda witchcraft take a lot of practice My kinda witchcraft show up in the Atmos Yo, sent you a pin And a date in September, lemme pencil you in You could spend your whole summer hiding birds in your coat But come one fall eve, 6:30 on the nose On a grassy knoll, by a school of brick I'll be sipping something diet with a lime on the rim I'll be slicing up a kiwi, 'bout the size of my fist About to put you on the science of the migrating Swift You like, "I didn't come for science, I had come for a trick" You had come for some magic, dummy, shut-up and sit There's a couple thousand other people doing the same To see a miracle, smoke and mirrors ruins the frame I'm saying yo, you could link solid metal rings, that's tricky Ten birds circling a middle school dizzy Choosing a location to pause Along the route to Venezuela, well away from the frost Yes, yes, y'all, I'm fried y'all Vaux's Swifts, loyal to the neighbors, for example This chimney been a favorite since the '80s Letras de cancionesBy seven, it was several hundred birds The show is a slow burn, though it only take a moment to turn Here a thou', there another Synchronized swimmers doing aerials above us A prayer for the lovers, catch this Your kinda witchcraft take a lotta practice My kinda witchcraft ain't about distraction Yo, focus on the throwdown Sorcery so absurd even Merlin had his phone out 7:15 like a Sistine Chapel Wearing particle effects projected to seem natural Sunset, jaw-dropping avian performance The patterns are mathematics, the algorithm enormous And growing, headline, not to be foul Reads, "Earth mother posterizes wands into flowers" And yo, you could turn a wand into flowers, that's tricky Over 10K cyclone, above the city Your kinda witchcraft take a lotta angles My kinda witchcraft witness to the angels You could levitate a volunteer, that's tricky Twelve stacks hit the tornado in a tizzy An act the likes of which we've Never seen, even when there's nothing up the sleeve Yes, yes, y'all, I'm starving Yo Yo, yo, yo, hey, yo Yo, yo, yo Hey, hey, yo, yo, yo Yo, the funneling of Swifts into brick Cylinders is seriously some mystical shit I mean, dare I say astonishing? Fuck it, I'ma say it, it's astonishing That's truth, stranger, that's a true banger Plus, they put the show on every day for a month Now I appreciate my card has found its way to the top of the whole deck But homie, you just can't make this shit up As for the homie I showed, I remember smoke from the ears I heard he had to move home, hasn't spoke in a year Well shit, that's not supposed to happen Then again that's classic action re-action Yo, you could pull a rabbit out a hat that's tricky Twelve thousand birds disappear into a chimney Your kinda witchcraft take a lotta practice My kinda witchcraft show up in the Atmos Yo Yo Yo Yo From Letras Mania