Stav Folly - Butter

Candle lit
Smell good in the studio
Handle this
No I can't
I been stressing shit
Little shit
Need to get a grip
But I'm slipping
Yeah I'm slipping
Bought into a dream
I hope you chipped in
Talk too often so I hardly listen
Copped a new position so I'm Shifting
Geometric visions when I'm
Lifted
People stay the same and never
Know the difference
Running and gunning I struggle
With planning, most this is all on the fly
Bumping and slapping that's all my music
I am not a regular guy
Talking and capping that's most of these rappers
I listen with laughter
I told you right after
I'm changing the chapter
The concept got captured
I'm coming up faster
Compared if I didn't even try
These motherfuckers really think that they gone step to me
And they really think they gonna get the best of me
They ain't knowing that I'm seeing through the treachery
Anything you thought we had was dead
R.I.P.
R.I.P.
Rest in peace to that shit
R.I.P.
R.I.P.
R.I.P.
Rest in peace to that shit
R.I.P.
Not in my octave at all but I'll sing for the c note
Poppin the top off the topo wit all my chicos
No chances or gambling this not a casino
Forced success
Stav is so ready and so his ego
I trust in them boys I go where they go
All this momentum I can't go slow
Crushing the obstacles they all in my path
Giving out moments they all in my shows
I'm doing my thang, I'm showing my ass
Enjoy all my shine, feel all my glow
Writing my songs with my demons in mind
I give them a feature they all in the chorus
I seen me the devil he all at my shows
Not going back so I keep moving forward
These motherfuckers really think that they gone step to me
And they really think they gonna get the best of me
They ain't knowing that I'm seeing through the treachery
Anything you thought we had was dead
R.I.P.
R.I.P.
Rest in peace to that shit
R.I.P.
R.I.P.
R.I.P.
Rest in peace to that shit
R.I.P.

Written by:
Dillon Shaw, Hillot Rogers

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find