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Raury

Genres: Pop

Butterfly Lyrics - Raury

[Hook] 

 

Sometimes I wish I could be a butterfly 

Flying by, flying high 

Sometimes I have visions of suicide 

Take it away, help me erase 

Oh yea, oh yea 

Why don't you take it away, help me erase 

Oh yea, oh yea 

[Verse 1] 

I'm just a young nigga that noone knew 

I grew alone to be alone is nothing new 

With the whole world in front of me 

Wrote this song here for the bitches that front on me 

And niggas that stunt on me 

I walked the school halls they would call me a wannabe 

I did the small shows that nobody would come to see 

I gave in to madness I would cave in to sadness 

I would only imagine that 

I'd become a nigga like this 

I'mma chase my dreams with a suicide wish 

All these motherfuckers treat me like a side dish 

They come like the crystals when I'm making acid 

When I ain't had no friends I was on my grind 

I cannot pretend, got my dividends 

As a middle man 

Now I can make a fam I can cop a benz 

Ain't no stopping him 

Under pressure from the evils up above 

 

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[Hook] 

 

Sometimes I wish I could be a butterfly 

Flying by, flying high 

Sometimes I have visions of suicide 

Take it away, help me erase 

Oh yea 

 

[Verse 2] 

 

Fuckin' nigga you don't like me 

You're just using me 

All this friendliness is new to me 

Who are you to me? 

When them highschool parties got to jumping not including me 

I don't trust nobody now 'cause everybody cool with me 

But you just want what I got 

But when I needed rides never had a spot 

But look at how them tables got them nice turn tops 

It's time for you to wonder if I fuck with you or not 

You are not, you are not 

Claim you're real but you are not 

And since I left the 285 a nigga learned a lot 

The wicked make it in this game the real ones they do not 

So all my heros fake and all my idols false and forgot that 

They're the only reason I was breathing 

When I was fourteen I was thinking 'bout leaving 

Alone up in my room with guitars every weekday every weekend 

And a hand full of pills nobody knew about my secrets 

 

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[Hook] 

 

Sometimes I wish I could be a butterfly 

Flying by, flying high 

Sometimes I have visions of suicide 

Take it away, help me erase 

Oh yea 

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