Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Butter, artist - Triple One. Date of issue: 11.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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, pill up on my mind, no drip no drip |
| I don’t wanna settle with the drama |
| Rip up from my face you couldn’t kill it with the karma |
| Seven days away but I know sevens 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' marlo |
| Now I’m 24 burn the place up like a pyro |
| I could spit a friend since I was sittin' playing Spyro (true) |
| I can feel the recall, got a head of tin foil |
| Swearin' 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, pill 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, pill up on my mind, no drip no drip |
| Aye yay, yung pup still back with the savagery if they want the drama |
| Still keep on padding this broken heart with designer armor |
| I’m on that war against spendin 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 pajamas |
| Sit up, I’m |
| My liver murderous, happiness never heard of us |
| Demons I cannot win them, bubble boy in the kitchen |
| I can feel the recall, got a head of tin foil |
| Swearin' 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, pill 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, pill up on my mind, no drip no drip |
| Noooooo — highhhh |