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 always stoned
You know I say shit when I'm faded (Yeah)
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
There's nothing left for you
Black butterflies
Now you're gone I got no place to hide
F*cking faded baby f*ck my pride
If you ever slide you'll come to find
There's nothing left for you
Black butterflies
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 f*ck
Say what you want, or not
'Cause I don't really wanna talk
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
Black butterflies
Now you're gone I got no place to hide
F*cking faded baby f*ck my pride
If you ever slide you'll come to find
There's nothing left for you
Black butterflies
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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 always stoned
You know I say shit when I'm faded (Yeah)
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
There's nothing left for you
Black butterflies
Now you're gone I got no place to hide
F*cking faded baby f*ck my pride
If you ever slide you'll come to find
There's nothing left for you
Black butterflies
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 f*ck
Say what you want, or not
'Cause I don't really wanna talk
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
Black butterflies
Now you're gone I got no place to hide
F*cking faded baby f*ck my pride
If you ever slide you'll come to find
There's nothing left for you
Black butterflies
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 always stoned
You know I say shit when I'm faded (Yeah)
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
There's nothing left for you
Black butterflies
Now you're gone I got no place to hide
F*cking faded baby f*ck my pride
If you ever slide you'll come to find
There's nothing left for you
Black butterflies
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 f*ck
Say what you want, or not
'Cause I don't really wanna talk
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
Black butterflies
Now you're gone I got no place to hide
F*cking faded baby f*ck my pride
If you ever slide you'll come to find
There's nothing left for you
Black butterflies
Writer: Magnus Pedersen, Sebastian Bjaberg
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid