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 on 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 on 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 Seven days away but I know seven's a disaster Seven, seven, you should know by now Asking for a rollie or a paper Rock up to your door I make you rip it through a gater I been with this shit since I was 14 with retainer Billabong shirt and my kicks lookin' Kmart (Oi) You should know I'm gonna flick it like a rhino Seven days away but I was seven sippin' Milo Now I'm 24 I burn the place up like a pyro I could spit a friend since I was sittin' playin' Spyro (True) I can feel the recall, got a head of tin foil Swear it on my jeans that I could hold my own For a bit of 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 on 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 on my mind, no drip, no drip Oh, no drip no drip I feel my bones like butter Ayy-yay Young pup still back with the Savagery if they want the drama Still keep on padding this Broken heart with designer armour I'm on that guap that I'm spending Spending them so exotically Head still spinning like pottery Swerve right, just won the lottery I shiver and shed a tear Thinking 'bout what could've been So bitter sweet, baby back it up Like a jelly bean She graduated, so gorgeous I had to take the stand Head relieve pressure 'cause Shawty she do it on demand Get up, I dreamt a lot inside These silk pyjamas Sit up, I'm red but rode in on a slick banana My liver murderous Happiness never heard of us Demons I cannot rid 'em Bubble boy in the kitchen, oh I can feel the recall, got a head of tin foil Swear it on my jeans that I could hold my own For a bit of 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 on 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 on my mind, no drip, no drip No High