Honey Butter Lyrics

I forged a ring from a dollar bill

I'm token-sucking on turnstiles

A tithing man, well he don't need this money train as much as I

It's leavin' out of Bushwick

For Pennsyltucky rollin' hills

You make home feel like western Carolina, lovely and still

And I need my fill

You're so sweet and good for me

Girl my honey butter

Thank God the father indeed

I didn't marry my mother

Steak and red beans on arrival

Colombian redemption sworn

Maybe there are more important things than finding that unicorn

Smoke and reposado on the patio

I'll have my cake and eat it too

'Cause I can play rock 'n roll and still live a quiet life here with you

Can both be true?

You're so sweet and good for me

Girl my honey butter

Thank God the father indeed

I didn't marry my mother

Well you're the kind of freak

That don't shriek when the bees are buzzing by

You offer rye or wheat

I'm complete when you cut me like a knife

I'm finally playing the hand I've been dealt

Not tryna catch the river flow

Spread my fingers wide and let it all go

You're so sweet and good for me

Girl my honey butter

Thank God the father indeed

I didn't marry my mother

Well you're the kind of freak

That don't shriek when the bees are buzzing by

You offer rye or wheat

I'm complete when you cut me like a knife