Buttermilk

Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk
One second we're good then it's overkill
You're pulling me out of the gutter
Then throwing me into the lava
Pull my love away
The color turns to gray, oh
I got a feeling
I got a feeling I'm tearing you down, if you can believe it
I'm too attached to the sound of you
Pulling me out of the gutter
Then throwing me into the lava
Dunking me into the water

Ayy, ayy, go in circles
Hot potato pain

Fly like missiles
Through the empty space
Pull my love away

Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttеrmilk
One second we'rе good then it's overkill
You're pulling me out of the gutter
Then throwing me into the lava
Pull my love away
The color turns to grey (Oh)
I got a feeling
I got a feeling that I can't change, if you can believe it
I'm too attached to the same game
You pulling me out of the gutter
Then throwing me into the lava
Dunking me into the water

Ayy, ayy, go in circles
Hot potato pain
Fly like missiles
Through the empty space
Pull my love away

Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk
Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk
Buttermilk, buttermilk
Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk
A buttermilk, butter
A buttermilk, butter
A butter, butter
A butter, butter
Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk
Buttermilk, butter, buttermilk, butter
Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk
Buttermilk, butter, buttermilk, butter

Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk
Buttermilk, butter, buttermilk, butter
Buttermilk