text: When was I supposed to
  Bow down with you? 
  What can I be prayin for?
  Theres nothing in this world
  Bow down with you
  What can I be prayin for?
  Theres nothing in this world
  When was I supposed to 
  Bow down with you? 
  What can I be prayin for? 
  Theres no one in this world like you
  We are dead butterflies 
  Laid out on a sprung floor
  Waiting for the low tide
  To pick us up and fly 
  We are dеad butterflies
  Im all in, let mе know what youre thinkin
  Catch feels, wind down while figure this out, right now
  Deja que fluya pa no perder el control
  No queda de otra vamo a tar en lo mismo
  Estoy dispuesta a darte todo el cariño 
  Two-steppin while I move reckless
  New settings, booze and nudes pending
  Loose evidence and news trending, effortlessly truth bending
  Whos treacherous? Searching for feelings of a new friendship
  Theres but a few endings, everyones a winner til you lose bredrin
  Hold-tight when we used to hold tight
  Levitate to Most High and fuck up the whole skyline
  Bright lights, I hope that feeling can replenish
  Regretful, cause if I let you left me then Ill be rush rouletting
  With a whole full clip in - pow, cashmere drippage now
  And memories, lift me up, but still a mans tears dripping down
  Onto these photographs of what we used to be
  But over time, that puddle turns into a sea
  When I observed you cry a stream
  I was just surfing on your grief
  The hurt I cant delete, just come to terms with who is me
  But who are we? These mirrors dont reflect perfection
  Just put on your crep selection, come on two-step to heaven with me
  We are dead butterflies 
  Laid out on a sprung floor
  Waiting for the low tide
  To pick us up and fly 
  Cause if its not me then
  Whos it gonna be, baby?
  If its not us 
  Theres nothing in this world for me
  We are dead butterflies
  Dancing on a sprung floor now
  Waiting for the low tide
  To pick us up and fly 
  When was I supposed to 
  Bow down with you? 
  What can I be prayin for? 
  Theres no one in this world like you 
  We are dead butterflies