Butter

Oh God, I don't wanna feel like this

Oh God, nothing that these days won't fix

Oh Lord, I don't wanna be like this

My thoughts, spill up out my mind no drip

Oh God, I don't wanna feel like this

Oh God, nothing that these days won't fix

Oh Lord, I don't wanna be like this

My thoughts, spill up out my mind no drip, no drip

I don't wanna settle with the drama

Rip it from my face you couldn't kill it with the karma

7 days away but I know 7's a disaster

7, 7, you should know by now

Asking for a rollie or a paper

Rock up to your door and make you rip it through a gator

I been with the shit since I was 14 with retainer

Billabong shirt and my kicks looking K-Mart

Bitch I'm gonna flick it like a rhino

7 days away but I was 7 sipping milo

Now I'm 24 I burn the place up like a pyro

I could spit a flame since I was sitting playing Spyro

I can feel the recoil, got a head of tin foil

Swear it on my jeans that I could hold my own

For a bitter Pete's sake, I should hold a switchblade

But I never dreamed that it could be my fault

Oh God, I don't wanna feel like this

Oh God, nothing that these days won't fix

Oh lord, I don't wanna be like this

My thoughts spill up out my mind no drip

Oh God, I don't wanna feel like this

Oh God, nothing that these days won't fix

Oh Lord, I don't wanna be like this

My thoughts spill up out my mind no drip, no drip

No drip, no drip

(I feel my bones like butter)

Aye, aye, up, up

Still back with the savagery, if they want the drama

Still keep on padding this broken heart with designer armour

I'm on that gwop again, spendin' em so exotically

Head still spinnin' like pottery, swear I just won the lottery

I shiver and shed a tear thinkin' bout what coulda been

So bittersweet baby back it up like a jelly bean

She graduated so gorgeous I had to take the stand

Head relieve pressure 'cause shorty she do it on demand

Get up, I dreamt a lot inside these silk pyjamas

Sit up, I'm rainbow roading on a slip banana

My liver murderous, happiness never heard of us

Demons I cannot ridd'em, bubble boy in the kitchen

I can feel the recoil, got a head of tin foil

Swear it on my jeans that I could hold my own

For a bitter Pete's sake, I should hold a switchblade

But I never dreamed that it could be my fault

Oh God, I don't wanna feel like this

Oh God, nothing that these days won't fix

Oh Lord, I don't wanna be like this

My thoughts spill up out my mind no drip

Oh God, I don't wanna feel like this

Oh God, nothing that these days won't fix

Oh Lord, I don't wanna be like this

My thoughts, spill up out my mind no drip, no drip