butterflies

Scrolling through Snapcht contacts
Looking like damn who gonna get the cock next
Y'all still eat shit cold out the Pyrex
I'm heating up like tires with mileage

Please stop, dropping trash and save the environment
I need consent, and that's a requirement
Phone be on five percent, plenty of time for me to get ladies here
Baby I stay in gear, yeah this a 5 speed
But my game automatic, I'm moving you static

You too shy, and that's unlucky
The girl that you want just pulled up to fuck me
I don't do Xans, I'm on demand
We making a vid, for her onlyfans
Just hit me up, if you tryna go down
You know I don't care if there's someone around

Like woah yeah yeah

3 albums, 3 years, and 100 to go
I only make jams, no wonder you jelly
It ain't in her mouth, then it's on her belly
Really, quit holdin me back, get out of my way
I'm down by the dock, I'm out on the lake
One thing I know and I just gotta, say, is

I still get nervous
You give me butterflies
I still get nervous
You give me butterflies
Let's just grow some wings
And we'll fly away
Let's just grow some wings
And we'll fly away

Yeah, lunch is two Advil and a spring roll
Yeah, high profile but I lay low
Yeah, close my eyes but still see it clear
Yeah, sometimes I wish I would disappear

On her finsta and she checking me out
Cause she got me blocked
She got a booty like apricot
I know a place, she say that's the spot
I know her well, I'm under her spell
She got me hype but she make me anxious
I'm just so glad I was born with patience
Bitches is Babish, they acting basic
(Yeah, yeah)

Out my cocoon, I'm fly as wings
Glow up is real, like my earrings
I need the ETA cause I can't wait
She heading to Lewes from out of state
I'd fly away with you, say the word
Butterflies all around me you stress my nerves

I still get nervous
You give me butterflies
I still get nervous
You give me butterflies
I still get nervous
Yeah
I still get nervous



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Writer(s): Austin Maccoy
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