Yaves - Butterflies lyrics

rate me

Born to a beautiful mother, 16

Intelligent, straight A, future prom queen

Pops was a high school all star all state

Imma ball out like you just can’t wait

Years later growing up I’m 8, second grade

Reading at a 5th grade rate

Teachers say ‘m special, gifted, you proud right?

Head my assembly you scream my name loud right?

Now I’m in high school balling just like you

College got a 4 ride went to IU

Poly sci major then I went to law school

Harvard Imma change the world that’s what Imma do

Start my own law firm history is my turn

Fighting cases this court is adjourned

But accordingly unfortunately I never even lived

Cause mother you aborted me

Butterflies, babies cry

Child dreams that’ll never be mine

You didn’t let me live, you didn’t let me live

Butterflies, babies cry

Child dreams that’ll never be mine

You didn’t let me live, you didn’t let me live

Operate, molested all her life

Used and abused she’ll never be yo wife

She gave me all her love, all her sweet kisses

Who knew that I would be the answer to her wishes?

Said she loved my voice and loved the way I sing

She put me in a talent show and let me do my thing

Imma make you proud ma Imma take us far

Right above the clouds ma Imma be a star

I went and did a demo gave it to your friend Tony

And tony had a friend of a friend of Sony

Girl I got signed and now I’m on my way

I’m travelling to Europe touring through LA

My album hit the billboard dreams I fulfill

But unfortunately this ain’t even real

Why? So I back track accordingly

I never even lived cause mother you aborted me

Butterflies, babies cry

Child dreams that’ll never be mine

You didn’t let me live, you didn’t let me live

Butterflies, babies cry

Child dreams that’ll never be mine

You didn’t let me live, you didn’t let me live

Touchy subject I can never judge right

But I would like to offer you some love and some insight

Beyond the politics a poor choice and a poor life

The common response is do you sentence your life?

But common sense put out the consciousness

Our love for the gift means we do not exist

It’s a life that was planted, lungs meant to breathe

Eyes meant to read, his gums made to teeth

Would the God who orchestrates everything

The giver of life and which we receive

You got a heavy past, move on to tomorrow

Ask God for forgiveness and joy for your sorrow

Yeah I pray you let the flower bloom

That you won't let your womb be a tomb

Yeah I pray you let the flower bloom

That you won't let that womb be a tomb

And let me live

Butterflies, babies cry

Child dreams that’ll never be mine

You didn’t let me live, you didn’t let me live

Butterflies, babies cry

Child dreams that’ll never be mine

You didn’t let me live, you didn’t let me live