Butterflies straight to the stomach

Butterfly wings and want it

How can I define real life if I can’t find time to align myself with a few dimes or a nickel?

Like a puppet- the strings on me make a servant

Watchin em all turn serpents

Man I swear these times is the wildest,

Working nights to try and buy yourself a purpose

A caterpillar births a new mental

A butterfly seems so gentle

A butterfly flys to an angle

A butterflies’s wing can tear still it can maneuver after the storm, and its wishing for more

You try to find peace through a candle

You try and find god so pray more

You trapped in a mufuckin caged door

While the world around you seems to change more

But remember that you changing too whatever you do, time will devour you.

The Butterflies left from my stomach

Got Butterfly wings and l love it

My butterfly mind is above all else

And the freedom that I have is immense more driven then a Mercedes Benz

Sike, that’s itty bitty dream of mine, uninstalled insta and I instantly found peace of mind, with drive

All of a sudden a ton a bloods pumping in my heart and in my veins I react with a pain my chest

Gotta dip, go! everything's slow Mo

I feel the pressure gotta breathe out so slow

Mouth’s in a drought and I doubt that’ll shout any word or a term so my **** time out-

Ok, time back in, you never have enough time with the time given, and all the universe wants is for us to give in, ya better harden that shell for the plot thickens ya dig?

And the media so shit, the dick riding band wagoning, the whole click, corny **** need corny bitches it’s well fit, gimmie a minute to divide my time with online and split

**** nervous, butterflies in ya gut when you go post this, so bogus , and not a single soul knows this but you recon everybody and they mama got the same ass feelin

Yea you care what they thinkin,

And you care what the seeing,

And you dreaming of a life where the the sky is the limit,

Online I find the world is so toxicated in the room above me this party ain’t it and I wish that I could homebody every single day and night like kid cudi

And a butterfly is priceless, gotta give a little call to my vices sayin im a street fight they ass while their frames at a minus, infect them wit a sneeze no sinus

Something man whatever anything will do fine Imma

Give ya a call back when i’ve served justice

As for now it’s just us

Caterpillars waiting for our own metamorphosis.