Buttermilk
Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk
One second we're good then it's overkill
You're pulling me out of the gutter
And throwing me into the lava
Pull my love away
The color turns to grey
Oh, I got a feeling
I got a feeling I'm tearing you down
If you can believe it
I'm too attached to the sound of
You pulling me out of the gutter
Then throwing me into the lava
Dunking me into the water, ay, ay
Go in circles
Hot potato pain
Fly like missiles
Through the empty space
Pull my love away
Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk
One second we're good then it's overkill
You're pulling me out of the gutter
And throwing me into the lava
Pull my love away
The color turns to grey
Oh, I got a feeling
I got a feeling that I can change
If you can believe it
I'm too attached to the same game
You're pulling me out of the gutter
And throwing me into the lava
Dunking me into the water, ay, ay
Go in circles
Hot potato pain
Fly like missiles
Through the empty space
Pull my love away
Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk
Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk
Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk
Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk
A buttermilk butter
A buttermilk butter
A butter, butter
A butter, butter
Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk
A buttermilk butter, buttermilk butter
Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk
A buttermilk butter, buttermilk butter
Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk
A buttermilk butter, buttermilk butter
Buttermilk
One second we're good then it's overkill
You're pulling me out of the gutter
And throwing me into the lava
Pull my love away
The color turns to grey
Oh, I got a feeling
I got a feeling I'm tearing you down
If you can believe it
I'm too attached to the sound of
You pulling me out of the gutter
Then throwing me into the lava
Dunking me into the water, ay, ay
Go in circles
Hot potato pain
Fly like missiles
Through the empty space
Pull my love away
Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk
One second we're good then it's overkill
You're pulling me out of the gutter
And throwing me into the lava
Pull my love away
The color turns to grey
Oh, I got a feeling
I got a feeling that I can change
If you can believe it
I'm too attached to the same game
You're pulling me out of the gutter
And throwing me into the lava
Dunking me into the water, ay, ay
Go in circles
Hot potato pain
Fly like missiles
Through the empty space
Pull my love away
Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk
Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk
Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk
Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk
A buttermilk butter
A buttermilk butter
A butter, butter
A butter, butter
Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk
A buttermilk butter, buttermilk butter
Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk
A buttermilk butter, buttermilk butter
Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk
A buttermilk butter, buttermilk butter
Buttermilk
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Writer(s): Jared Solomon, Remi Wolf
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