Butter Song

One more layer
One take seven more layer
One more layer

One
More
Layers

Y'know Max
Like, and then you tell yourself are you doing the right thing
I was thinking of Uber Eats
Children's accessories

More
Be
Well
Be
Watched

Butter song

Missing dollar song
But
Butter Song

I mean
And then you're telling yourself are you doing the right thing
Sorta larger than life

Kinda
In a way
You see
The thing is
(One, two)
(One, two, three)
(One, two, three)

He's not even repped
I'm a vampire
Yeah right
I'm a vampire

I'm from Florida and they voted

Whoa what was it a few months back

Only, only if the layers has echos
Only in your dreams

Can we add another layer
And then you're telling yourself are you doing the right thing

Layers can't have layers, without lots of lab coats

Without listening
To slayer

I was a yankee candle employee
The forms

There are several parts
And then you tell yourself are you doing the right thing

Always sing in yankee candle

Can I get another layer
Living in the end times
Go to hell you fucking burnout

I was just gonna say that
Go to hell you fucking burnout

Zizek
The zizek nostrils

Without evidence
Admit self to a minority position

And then you're telling yourself are you doing the right thing

Expressed in continuous acts of grace

And how does it go
Just keep singing

Can we get another layer
Hey, where's the layer lady
Can we get another layer
There is so much more

Patronize and disrespect
Once upon

The government places you in a chair
Erases all your memory