Butter Songtext

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, 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

Oh
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 [go up against?]
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 [?] 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, 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

No
High