Jamila Woods - Pigeon Man lyrics

Ever since I cracked my egg, ever since I was a squab, people been jacking nickels, jacking nickels from couch cushions. That's why my fluff -- That's why my feathers tousled. See my eyes? They wasn't born like this. No they was born gray like my brothers', but the smoke!, the smoke turned 'em orange. People been littering in my house. Sunflower seed scabs fall off their plastic fingers. French fries, hot dog buns, granola crumbs: that's my breakfast. That's my breakfast! But this, this is my house. That spot you're sitting in right now? I've shat in that spot five times. Five times that spot was my bathroom before you sat there. It's still gonna be my bathroom after. You ever seen a pigeon a** up close? Jackson Pollock ain't got sh** on my a**. I dropped a mural in the foyer. I call it my Fowl Welcome Mat. Speaking of a**, you ever seen a pigeon man sweet talk a lady? Our whole necks swell up like a sparkly indigo scrotum balloon, and they run away. That's how we know they like it. We watch their scaly pink legs scuttle past, bouncing like bubble gum, red noodles the color of flamingo s**. So we say, "Nice legs!" It's a compliment. But pigeon ladies wouldn't know a bouquet from a dandelion, a mirror from a clean gla** window if it hit 'em in the nose. You know how ladies are: finicky feathers, walking around, beaks in the air all offended like they ain't strut past my burnt cantaloupe eyes on purpose. Speaking of strutting, Somebody put a boot in my spleen. Yesterday somebody put their boot in my spleen, like I was a soda can, or a rock, or piece of sh**. But this is my house Know what I'm saying? I live here. This is my-- I'm not a football. I live here, people should see me. See my eyes? They wasn't born like this. My eyes were the color of clean cement before people with their smoke in my house turned my eyes to this tangerine mush so when I say, "Hello!" ladies roll their eyes away like silver marbles like I'm contagious or-or invisible so I say, "Hey! You! Sweety pie! You look good! Nice legs! Fine, s**y legs! Nice thighs! I see you!" And they run away. So I chase. I say, "Hey, wait, I ain't mean that in a bad way, baby. Come on. Look at my apricot cellulite eyes, my dirty couch chest, look, look at my city sh** feathers, look how shiny nickel ball blue I make my neck swell up just for you, baby. Just for you."