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Caterpillars turning into butterflies, then back into caterpillars
Never taught to run and hide
Never taught to stan a million dollars, that’s a subtle size
Never taught to shuck and jive, never
I rhyme solo, incite pollo psychologist
Your fans f#ck with you but uhhh, not monogamous
I’ve caught z’s on dorm room floors
Smelled the Vodka on hungover A.M.’s
And daydreamed about packing out stadiums when I’m bored
I wear my flaws like Buscemi puffers
Relentless efforts, heavy pressures and empty summers
Send a number, send a calling, is my calling numbered?
Is your stalling stuttered?, is your balling for others?
My B-sides sound like A-sides
My day times cross the state lines and intertwine space and size
Data and crime, agents and pride, stainless facades
Playlist a proverb and make it a tribe
Make you subscribe and make it salam
I hope you make it in time
I know I’m vacant and slime to you but f#ck it, this is the cost for my mind
Seven leaf clovers and White Claws
Flutes bring the peace out the pythons and fleets from an icon
Slide through life like socks on Nylon
Even King Kong’s biggest prize was a Viacom
Dominican debutan keeps a healthy debit card
The DJ’s shout us out this much because we extra large
The DJ’s shout us out this much because we extra large
Everybody has a hard life
Everybody has limitless within their reservoir, my lord!
Billion Dollars in a Buick, with a shitty credit score
I guess I’m the greatest, at least the latest one to…
Caterpillars turning into butterflies, then back into caterpillars
Never taught to run and hide
Never taught to stan a million dollars, that’s a subtle size
Never taught to shuck and jive, never
Only jive on Marlon’s record was the Jackson 5
Back when I’s learning ABC’s and I laid these themes
These days it seems we’re more judged on our reaction time
Than how we adapt with time, sh#t and that’s a crime
Think I’m good now baby, way until I’m actualized
Adding organic to the organs of the culture
What you want me to wait until dudes metastasize?
What you want me act like it ain’t basic b#tch Halloween
Year round like I don’t see all these cats disguised?
Shit, it’s the bashful blanquito
Turned rapper lost ego found joy and got free bro
I really feel like if they did the work they could’ve got it
Bosh free throws, pride injured
Got y’all on street clothes, I’m in the gym
Chris Brickley in my inner child, he gon’ be a beast
He got taken from me young so lately I’ve been Liam Nees’
Deep convos with my soul like “yo, feel free to speak”
Playing with testers, learning all that sh#t was a lesson
Come Throwback Thurs’ ain’t tryna be Mitchell & Guessin
Think if I stayed the same me might get a different reception
When you keep your honor they got objections
But I’m comfortable like, few more years and I could probably cry in front of you
I’m comfortable like, I ain’t doing sh#t I don’t wanna do
I’m comfortable like, feel like my time’s arrivals punctual
I ain’t gotta blunt with you
If I’m talking that’s already blunt with you
Cool, calm and crafty
Fools on futons try Sue Yong my taxi
But let the kids nap, tell them the kings back
We wasn’t here before but what we embodied was cause
Caterpillars turning into butterflies
Then back into caterpillars
Never taught to hum a lie
Ain’t so much this state that we in at this point
In the cycle know regardless that we gon’ reprise
Caterpillar
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Radamiz & Marlon Craft Lyrics – Caterpillar