Butterflies & Bentleys

So what if my friends go at it again

Fighting over me or the ones that they love I told them not to go there, but they wanted

To go there So I left them and I told them

That they can't base me off their reality They look so filled with glee

I'm startled, I plead You can't tell me that I'm reckless

I got these gold-ass chains all around my neck Smoking in my favorite lawn chair

Now I'm sitting here in this perfected Montclair All around me, all I see

Is the Butterflies and Bentleys Smoking on tree, living I speak

Feeling the breeze, I'm wheezing, bleeding

Out of my ears from the things that you say to me