Butter - Leyya

All that ever keeps me high

Is to know I can lean on you

Should I ever change the sides

I’ll let you know

I won’t lose my desire

If you’re not in for days

We could end up higher

But I can’t keep you safe

Is this why I’m losing my reality

In your bed

In your bed

I need your hands on my skin

Reloading my magazin

Spitting out my finest self

In your head your greatest sin

I’m not in for keeping you warm

You’re not safe if you lean on me

I’m not in for keeping you warm

In your bed

In your bed

I need your hands on my skin

Reloading my magazin

Spitting out my finest self

In your head your greatest sin

I need your hands on my skin

Reloading my magazin

Spitting out my finest self

In your head your greatest sin

I won’t claim possession

You might treat me right

This is no obsession

You’re just on my mind

Is this why I’m moving my reality

Onto your bed

On your bed