Butterfly Songtext
von Jeremy Pascal
Butterfly Songtext
I′m getting locked up, knocked out, locked up
Police, hold the block down, block down, block down
Pillie got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
Stepping on your face 'cause I like the blood rush
Lying in bed, hands tied to my face
Tell me ′bout the things that you hate about me
I bring the money, you bring the drugs
Tell me again how I'm all that you got
Take a couple of hits
Nosebleeds are my business
Giving you a heart attack
And cross you off the wishlist
Lost another one, nicotine, blood
Put the poison in his veins
'Cause it wasn′t enough
I know it′s never enough
Put it all in a cup
Fill the room with smoke
Put it all in my lungs
I said: "You had too much"
I said: "You had too much"
I said: "You had too much"
I'm getting locked up, knocked out, locked up
Police, hold the block down, block down, block down
Pillie got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
Stepping on your face ′cause I like the blood rush
Lying in bed, hands tied to my face
Tell me 'bout the things that you hate about me
I bring the money, you bring the drugs
Tell me again how I′m all that you got
I'm getting locked up, knocked out, locked up
Police, hold the block down, block down, block down
Pillie got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
Stepping on your face ′cause I like the blood rush
Police, hold the block down, block down, block down
Pillie got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
Stepping on your face 'cause I like the blood rush
Lying in bed, hands tied to my face
Tell me ′bout the things that you hate about me
I bring the money, you bring the drugs
Tell me again how I'm all that you got
Take a couple of hits
Nosebleeds are my business
Giving you a heart attack
And cross you off the wishlist
Lost another one, nicotine, blood
Put the poison in his veins
'Cause it wasn′t enough
I know it′s never enough
Put it all in a cup
Fill the room with smoke
Put it all in my lungs
I said: "You had too much"
I said: "You had too much"
I said: "You had too much"
I'm getting locked up, knocked out, locked up
Police, hold the block down, block down, block down
Pillie got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
Stepping on your face ′cause I like the blood rush
Lying in bed, hands tied to my face
Tell me 'bout the things that you hate about me
I bring the money, you bring the drugs
Tell me again how I′m all that you got
I'm getting locked up, knocked out, locked up
Police, hold the block down, block down, block down
Pillie got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
Stepping on your face ′cause I like the blood rush
Writer(s): Julian Propst, Konstantin Schobitz, Nico Winkler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com