Sllem, BATO - Sunday Morning lyrics

Don't cross that bridge until you come to it
Butterflies in my stomach
But don't give a fuck for it
Burn a bridge with a lighter
You know smoking kills you
I don't give a any damn about
The guy who doesn't feels you

Do you feel me? wanna see the real me homie?
You saw me and don't you act
Like you don't know me
I met a girl named Lucy, she's a sitting duck
She's a bitch who doesn't give a fuck
But she gives

She smiles when she leaves, Autumn leaves
Are falling from the trees, please
Don't freeze
When i'm talking you, i'm just asking you
Do you like me? cause i'm fucking you

I've been hell and back for you Lucy
I'm just tryin' to duck out
Cause you're ball and chain Lucy
Don't cross that bridge until you come to it
Butterflies in my stomach
But don't give a fuck for it

Don't cross that bridge until you come to it
Butterflies in my stomach
But don't give a fuck for it
I'm at the club, getting alcohol
I'm drunk as fuck and met a girl named Lucy
Who's a sitting duck

She's an old bat who's tryna act like a fox
I'm feeling boxed in
Cause, I don't think outside the box
She said "Let's hit the bottle" I
Said "What you want to drink?"
She said "Bottle up your emotions
Burn your pen and ink"

You're not a social butterfly
You're just a fucking fly
I have an eagle eye, ask no questions
Have no lie
Here's my bucket list: want to buy 2Pacalypse
Apocalypse in my dreams
Don't wanna be missed

I've been hell and back for you Lucy
I'm just tryin' to duck out
Cause you're ball and chain Lucy
Don't cross that bridge until you come to it
Butterflies in my stomach
But don't give a fuck for it