BUTTERFLY
Two face role at my own pace
Raising myself like a pump fake
Butterfly doors for the old ways
Handle myself in the dog days
Think of myself when it all fade
Been around town but it's too late
I tried, head up
Filling all my cuts up
Post up
Gold tucked
Feeling like I'm giving up
Ripped top
Fucked up
Feeling like I'm giving up
Gotta keep the throne
Places feel alone
How the boy been grown
Go and speak your tone
I been prone from my lows
Say she feel it in her bones
I get too much credit
Wouldn't go and let it go
Been obsessed
We can't do the feds
Roll up when I'm stressed
She the best
Finna pop till I forget
Maybe till I'm dead
Maybe till I'm dead
I hate it, but I love it
All these fuckas wanna see is numbers
You can catch these hands if you finna run up
Then it's quick clips flying in the summer
Whole city on the map, for the gutter
For the gutter
Whole city on the map for the gutter
Two face role at my own pace
Raising myself like a pump fake
Butterfly doors for the old ways
Handle myself in the dog days
Think of myself when it all fade
Been around town but it's too late
I tried, head up
Filling all my cuts up
Post up
Gold tucked
Feeling like I'm giving up
Ripped top
Fucked up
Feeling like I'm giving up
Raising myself like a pump fake
Butterfly doors for the old ways
Handle myself in the dog days
Think of myself when it all fade
Been around town but it's too late
I tried, head up
Filling all my cuts up
Post up
Gold tucked
Feeling like I'm giving up
Ripped top
Fucked up
Feeling like I'm giving up
Gotta keep the throne
Places feel alone
How the boy been grown
Go and speak your tone
I been prone from my lows
Say she feel it in her bones
I get too much credit
Wouldn't go and let it go
Been obsessed
We can't do the feds
Roll up when I'm stressed
She the best
Finna pop till I forget
Maybe till I'm dead
Maybe till I'm dead
I hate it, but I love it
All these fuckas wanna see is numbers
You can catch these hands if you finna run up
Then it's quick clips flying in the summer
Whole city on the map, for the gutter
For the gutter
Whole city on the map for the gutter
Two face role at my own pace
Raising myself like a pump fake
Butterfly doors for the old ways
Handle myself in the dog days
Think of myself when it all fade
Been around town but it's too late
I tried, head up
Filling all my cuts up
Post up
Gold tucked
Feeling like I'm giving up
Ripped top
Fucked up
Feeling like I'm giving up
Credits
Writer(s): David James
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.