Lyrics:
Looked down the barrel, it's bigger than average
I barely can manage, your fault I'm a savage
I add to my list, left you veggie like cabbage
It's too
I'm lost and traveling backwards in time
The moon wakes up at a quarter 'til 4
Woken up by his alarm clock
He showers and eats his breakfast
He catches
as God is by my side
I'll be good, we gon' be aite
Twenty-four seven
Every sun and every moon
I be huntin'... huntin'
Lookin' for a fly mamacita
love is true
Coming closer with our eyes
A distance falls around our bodies
Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright
Six saintly shrouded men move
Here's a toast to the fact
That I'm a man and I can stand alone
And all my suits are made by hand in Rome
Ricotta stuff that Cannellon'
I'm in
Know that he'll be faithful
I'm sure he'll come to me by and by
But if he won't come back
Then I'll never sigh or cry
I just must die
Poor Butterfly
Know that he'll be faithful
I'm sure he'll come to me by and by
But if he won't come back
Then I'll never sigh or cry
I just must die
Poor Butterfly
been working by the sweat of our brows
For so long
We gotta try to get back to the garden
Where we belong
Her smile became a frown
And she shoved me right back out
I landed in the garden down below
I closed one eye and fired
But I missed it by a mile
Closed
the East Side all grown up
Places I played in nigga all sewn up
I'm chasin' that dream 'till I'm at the Garden
On a thousand foot screen in red monkey
from the moon
Embraced by hazel abyss
Love united full bloom
In a garden of bliss
skies
Full Moon rose tonight
My friend lost his true love, standing in the garden
They were taken by a tiger
That could never happen to me
I am that
Know that he'll be faithful
I'm sure he'll come to me by and by
But if he won't come back
Then I'll never sigh or cry
I just must die
Poor Butterfly
of its own
I can tell your footsteps on the stairs from three flights up
I know the jingling of your keys
You won't hear no and you don't look back
getting lace
just turned 21 lil bitch I'm a savage
Shame on ya bitches tht thought I was average
Ass be on fat she been eating her cabbage
My name
You already know what is yeah...beats by Trajan
Back in eighth grade you had told me that I wouldn't be shit
Now I'm on my way to M's, I Dom Toretto
A whistle is worth more than a million days of serenity
Lost in the deserted Serengeti seeking plenty
That Fenty sure looks savage
I push it back with my
my wrist
Came a long way from kicking girls then call em a Lyft
This way back when my savage ways mane was legit
Like Westbrook from the 3 I can
reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is
As the queen is
Fat she is devoured by rats there is one way to skin a cat or poison a
Rat it is hetero four
Hear to three forthirightly stated.
Relent
on a binge
Let it rain, always looking back
Lay in bed, always switching around, my head
But they different now instead
40 bands by the moon, wine cabana by
lava
Intolerance
Where does freedom lie
The secret place of the most high
Is it the kingdom of God
Garden without demise
Despised
By declarations of war
Know that he'll be faithful
I'm sure he'll come to me by and by
But if he won't come back
Then I'll never sigh or cry
I just must die
Poor Butterfly
clean
With words that deceive but as they speak
We can see the hearts of men been infected by the cancer of greed
Fiends for the resources of the planet
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