[Intro] [verse] rotors spinning my Little Bird flies hands on the stick I’m taking the skies low on the ridge I weave through the trees locks start screaming they’re looking for me I drop out of sight let the hillside shield then swing back around and sweep through the field my gun keeps roaring the killstreak grows I circle back hungry leave nothing below [pre-chorus] something tells me they can hear it too [chorus x2] Little Bird [instrumental] (killstreak climbing) Little Bird [instrumental] (nothing left below) [bridge - instrumental - alternate melody] [drop] [verse] missile behind me I bank down low it flies past my shoulder I’m back for more rounds hit the cabin I pull through the pass every near miss could be my last I skim round the hillside then climb for a view they’re crossing the open I’m lining up two my rounds come raining their cover gets torn the killstreak keeps climbing I’m weathering the storm [chorus x2] Little Bird [instrumental] (killstreak climbing) Little Bird [instrumental] (nothing left below) [solo - instrumental - alternate melody] [drop] [chorus x2] Little Bird [instrumental - with harmonies] (killstreak climbing) Little Bird [instrumental - with harmonies] (nothing left below) [instrumental] (nothing left below) [lead melody with harmonies] [outro]
