Dead Butterflies (feat. Kano and Roxani Arias)

(Mike WiLL Made-It)

When was I supposed to

Bow down with you

What can I be praying for?

There's nothing in this fire

(Can we just loop that last piano part for a bit?)

Bow down with you

What can I be praying for?

There's nothing in this fire

When was I supposed to

Bow down with you

What can I be praying for

If no one in this world like you?

We are dead butterflies

Laid out on a sprung floor

Waiting for the low tide

To pick us up and fly

We are dead butterflies

I'm all in, let me you know what I'm thinking

Catch feels, wind down while we figure this out

Right now

Deja que fluya pa' no perder el control

No queda de otra, vamo' a 'tar en lo mismo

Estoy dispuesta a darte todo el cariño

Two-stepping while I move reckless

New settings, booze and nudes pending

Loose evidence and news trending

Effortlessly truth-bending, who's treacherous?

Searching for feelings of a new friendship

There's but a few endings

Everyone's a winner till you lose bredrin

Old time when we used to hold tight

Levitate to Most High and fuck up the whole skyline

Bright lights, I hope that feeling can replenish

Regretful 'cause if I let you lef me then I'll be rush rouletting

With a whole full clip in, pow

Cashmere drippage now

And memories lift me up

But still a man's tears dripping down

On to these photographs of what we used to be

But over time that puddle turns into a sea

But when I observed you cry a stream, I was just surfing on your grief

That hurt I can't delete, just come to terms with who is me

But who are we?

These mirrors don't reflect perfection

Just put on your crep selection

Come and two-step to heaven with me

We are dead butterflies

Laid out on a sprung floor

Waiting for the low tide

To pick us up and fly

'Cause of it's not me then

Who's it gonna be, baby

If it's not us

There's nothing in this world for me

We are dead butterflies

Dancing on a sprung floor now

Waiting for the low tide

To pick us up and fly

When was I supposed to

Bow down with you

What can I be praying for

If no one in this world like you?

We are dead butterflies