Big Max - butterflies not feelings

Welcome to yet another song by the guy
With the relaxed flow and unnamable style
An immovable object yet i move myself miles
With my sick beat and contagious rhymes

You know
Exactly who i am
Im In lennys basement just waiting to jam
we Light up the weed and put the sticks in his hand
I take to the keys and then pop off again

Oh no
Its another track
By the man without a plan they say his names max
Its maximus, get it right you prick
Its not hard, hardly reykjavik (Rei-kya-veek)

Some people
Just dont wanna listen
Either appreciate my shit or exit my business
Ill enter your house and shit in your kitchen
I might not but do you really wanna risk it?

I dont
Give a fuck about my fears
Like my loves and dreams theyre only ideas
Arbitrary feelings processed by the gears
Of my mind, i only let the facts stay clear

I catch
Butterflies not feelings
But their wings get torn off
By inner demons

Leave it, dont wanna see this
Butterflies
Getting eaten by demons

I catch
Butterflies not feelings
But their wings get torn apart
By inner demons

Leave it, dont wanna see this
Butterflies
Being eaten by my demons

Unbelievable, he wrote another banger
Somebody pay me, dont wanna work for the man-I
Dont wanna waste my life 5 days a week
Just to pay the bills and barely afford weed

My language fantastic got 100 speech
these are words to the weak
Just started but im always at my peak
Baby bird bitches, open up your beaks

I dont even care, i rhyme for the fuck of it
I get to make my art and shit on the government
I get to hit my keys and make some heads bob a bit
I mostly just do this shit for the love of it

But also cause i wanna get paid
Cause Under capitalism thats the only way
To survive and live life not like a tourist
And not just watch, but to experience all of it

I catch
Butterflies not feelings
But their wings get torn apart
By my demons

Leave it, dont wanna see this
Butterflies
Getting eaten by demons

I catch
Butterflies not feelings
But their wings get torn apart
By my demons

Leave it, dont wanna see this
Butterflies
Getting eaten by demons

I dont give a fuck what happens
Im just living life and trying to balance
Tryna love it all, cause i always stay laughing
But i Dont need gas, im like pluto and the planets

Every day
Im writing my bars
Do it while cycling and do it in cars
People stay impressed but its not very hard
When you've got a mind the size of mars
Call me holst, septenary movements
I orbit your mind, you got hit by cupid
Everybody knows that im so ruthless
Turning straight men gay at the flick of their light switch

I spit my shit like every other day
yet i still somehow havent got paid
Meritocracy my ass, we're all getting played
This is even hard for a white man like me

I catch
Butterflies not feelings
But their wings get torn apart
By my demons

Leave it, dont wanna see this
Butterflies
Getting eaten by demons

I catch
Butterflies not feelings
But their wings get torn apart
By my demons

Leave it, dont wanna see this
Butterflies
Getting eaten by demons

Written by:
Max Middleton

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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