Butterfly Snow Fall - R.A.P.
The snow, the ball, the lack of fall
Like the clothes on my
Mommy you can shout the call
Why call the shot,
You can not jump off
Come on, one man,
You gotta wanna be sharp
The haughty numb job,
But you can't be right
No springs as glue,
Few wanna see a lie
Flight on the crow,
You gotta wanna run lose
Run in the snow, come in ,
Show through
Can not cut,
Can not show cruel
With tweezers, oh, I try
And with the secret in your eyes
Your punch is showing your pain
You shot me, you called me
You called the sun to
Show my face again
Gotta butterfly,
And it's callin' your name
I gotta butterfly,
Still callin' your name
I gotta butterfly,
Callin' your name
I gotta butterfly, butterfly
The wall, the shop,
The bag of snow
Wanna simple net thrown,
Few come, crumbs fall on
Come the old plan,
Stiff challenge you cast aside
Wanna piece me strumming
On a something too wide
What do you want to
Show with it deep inside
Like the sod is spots of snow,
Wanna punish your mind
The light of the fear,
Shot of all shots
So comin' up the wall,
Come such sides and I
I gotta butterfly,
Still callin' your name
I gotta butterfly,
Got it callin' your name
I gotta butterfly,
Stil callin' your name
I gotta butterfly, butterfly
Walls are mine, choose to see
All the shine,
Wanna be, yeah yeah...
All's a shine, look at me
Call the shot,
You wanna be, yeah yeah...
Call the shot, look at me
Call the shot,
I just wanna be, yeah yeah...
Call the shot, look at me
Call the shot,
I just wanna be, yeah yeah...
