Triple One - 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, spill 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, spill up out my mind, no drip, no drip (You should know by now)

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 and make you rip it through a gator
I been with this shit since I was 14 with retainer
Billabong shirt and my kicks lookin' Kmart
(Oi) Bitch I'm gonna flick it like a rhino
Seven days away but I was seven sipping Milo
Now I'm 24 I burn the place up like a pyro
I could spit a flame since I was sitting playing Spyro (True)

I can feel the recoil, got a head of tin foil
Swear it on my jeans that I could hold my own
For a bitter 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, spill up on my mind, no drip (You should know by now)
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, spill up out my mind, no drip, no drip (You should know by now)

No drip, no drip
I feel my bones like butter

Ayy-yay, up up
Still back with the savagery if they want the drama
Still keep on padding this broken heart with designer armour
I'm on that guap again, spendin' em so exotically
Head still spinnin' like pottery, Swear I just won the lottery
I shiver and shed a tear thinkin' bout what coulda been
So bittersweet 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 rainbow roading on a slip banana
My liver murderous, happiness never heard of us
Demons I cannot rid 'em, Bubble boy in the kitchen, oh

I can feel the recoil, got a head of tin foil
Swear it on my jeans that I could hold my own
For a bitter 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, spill up out my mind, no drip (You should know by now)
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, spill up out my mind, no drip, no drip (You should know by now)

Written by:
Martin Guilfoyle, William Gunns

Publisher:
Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing

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