BUTTERFLY

Intro:

They say that sleep, is the cousin of death

But if the reaper comes, I'll be tucking a tech

Chorus:

They say that sleep, is the cousin of death

But if the reaper comes, I'll be tucking a tech

I'm clocking the pros, of saying nothing or less

Give me your all, I want the loving, no less

Verse 1:

In this life of sin

Keep a cheeky grin

A few gold rings

Iced out like a rink

Heart on my sleeve

Dick in my hand

Even when in deep

Still getting these bands

Late hours

I be getting too antsy

Give me my flowers

Savage like Randy

This ain't no cameo

I ain't doing no candy

Concrete like patios

Art coming like Banksy

I'll move mountains for you

Just let me in

If you allow me to

I can really be him

Chorus:

They say that sleep, is the cousin of death

But if the reaper comes, I'll be tucking a tech

I'm clocking the pros, of saying nothing or less

Give me your all, I want the loving, no less

Verse 2:

And I'm leaning

And I'm geeking

Watch frozen

Her eyes rolling

Give me the word, I'm sliding

Give her the word, she's riding

I love her touch, puts me at ease

She's soaking, when I touch and tease

Seeking peace, sanity

On my knees, clarity

Rozay Bel Air, on the side, on hold

Chain looking like a rattle snake, stone cold

Put the beer on hold

I had 2 tokes of that cali

And it's making me fold

Bridge:

The finer things in this life

All comes with a price

Don't have to tell me twice

All the stuff that we entice

The finer things in this life

All comes with a price

Don't have to tell me twice

All the stuff that we entice

Chorus:

They say that sleep, is the cousin of death

But if the reaper comes, I'll be tucking a tech

I'm clocking the pros, of saying nothing or less

Give me your all, I want the loving, no less

They say that sleep, is the cousin of death

But if the reaper comes, I'll be tucking a tech

I'm clocking the pros, of saying nothing or less

Give me your all, I want the loving, no less