[Verse 1]
Still smell her perfume in my bedsheets
Still can't believe it's been six weeks
But now you're off and gone, and I'm all alone
I don't touch my phone 'cause I'm always stoned
You know I say shit when I'm faded
[PreChorus]
Her thighs, blue eyes, I'm getting butterflies
Her smile, [she's] got style, my baby's superfly
Please do me wrong 'cause my feelings are gone
[Chorus]
There's nothing left for you; black butterflies
Now you're gone I got no place to hide
Fucking faded baby fuck my pride
If you ever slide you'll come to find
There's nothing left for you; black butterflies
(Now you're gone I got no place to hide)
[Verse 2]
Smoking cigarettes
Making silhouettes
That I'm not familiar with
But I'm getting used to it
Maybe it's true I'll be better off
Right now I really don't give a fuck
Say what you want, or not 'cause I don't really wanna talk
Still smell her perfume in my bedsheets
Still can't believe it's been six weeks
But now you're off and gone, and I'm all alone
I don't touch my phone 'cause I'm always stoned
You know I say shit when I'm faded
[PreChorus]
Her thighs, blue eyes, I'm getting butterflies
Her smile, [she's] got style, my baby's superfly
Please do me wrong 'cause my feelings are gone
[Chorus]
There's nothing left for you; black butterflies
Now you're gone I got no place to hide
Fucking faded baby fuck my pride
If you ever slide you'll come to find
There's nothing left for you; black butterflies
(Now you're gone I got no place to hide)
[Verse 2]
Smoking cigarettes
Making silhouettes
That I'm not familiar with
But I'm getting used to it
Maybe it's true I'll be better off
Right now I really don't give a fuck
Say what you want, or not 'cause I don't really wanna talk
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