Dead Butterflies (feat. Kano and Roxani Arias)

歌詞

(Mike WiLL Made-It) When was I supposed to Bow down with you What can I be praying for? There's nothing in this fire (Can we just loop that last piano part for a bit?) Bow down with you What can I be praying for? There's nothing in this fire When was I supposed to Bow down with you What can I be praying for If no one in this world like you? We are dead butterflies Laid out on a sprung floor Waiting for the low tide To pick us up and fly We are dead butterflies I'm all in, let me you know what I'm thinking Catch feels, wind down while we figure this out Right now Deja que fluya pa' no perder el control No queda de otra, vamo' a 'tar en lo mismo Estoy dispuesta a darte todo el cariño Two-stepping while I move reckless New settings, booze and nudes pending Loose evidence and news trending Effortlessly truth-bending, who's treacherous? Searching for feelings of a new friendship There's but a few endings Everyone's a winner till you lose bredrin Old time when we used to hold tight Levitate to Most High and fuck up the whole skyline Bright lights, I hope that feeling can replenish Regretful 'cause if I let you lef me then I'll be rush rouletting With a whole full clip in, pow Cashmere drippage now And memories lift me up But still a man's tears dripping down On to these photographs of what we used to be But over time that puddle turns into a sea But when I observed you cry a stream, I was just surfing on your grief That hurt I can't delete, just come to terms with who is me But who are we? These mirrors don't reflect perfection Just put on your crep selection Come and two-step to heaven with me We are dead butterflies Laid out on a sprung floor Waiting for the low tide To pick us up and fly 'Cause of it's not me then Who's it gonna be, baby If it's not us There's nothing in this world for me We are dead butterflies Dancing on a sprung floor now Waiting for the low tide To pick us up and fly When was I supposed to Bow down with you What can I be praying for If no one in this world like you? We are dead butterflies